"Dude. What the hell is up with you today?" Collin flicks me on the side of my head. I barely notice the sting. "Don't tell me you're still thinking about her? It's been a month!"
"It's pathetic, I know. But you know how I am. I do something stupid and agonize over it for the rest of my life. And the way I spoke to her was the dumbest thing I've ever done." I scrub my hands over my face in frustration. It doesn't help that she's been my number-one fantasy since that night, either. My brain has produced a few storylines, but by far the hottest is the one where we hate fuck on my desk at work.
"Normally, I'd talk it out with you, but I feel like today, of all days, I'm allowed to be a little selfish and ask that you concentrate on me." He looks at me with an idiotic smile on his face.
Fuck, he's right. Here we are, waiting to head into the ceremony space for his wedding, and I'm sulking like a toddler.
"Collin, fuck, I'm sorry, man. I'll get my head out of my ass from now on. Do you need anything? Glass of scotch? Back rub? A good shoulder to cry on?"
He just laughs and shakes his head. I thought he would be at least a little nervous today, but all he's done is smile like a lunatic. He's so damn happy; it's infectious. In just under an hour, he will marry the love of his life, Rachel. They had their ups and downs, but after being separated for four years during her final round of military service, they are ready to settle down.
When they first met, she was stationed here. So, even though they weren't married, they could see each other often. And then she got transferred to the military base in Germany, and it looked like that would be it; their relationship would crumble.
But they hung in there. It wasn't easy, but both would tell you it was worth it without hesitation.
A few hours later, the ceremony is complete, food has been consumed, and the dance floor is bopping. No one is having a bad time, and Rachel and Collin look disgustingly in love. Maybe. Just maybe. It'll be me someday.
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RomantizmWhat happens when a man you loathe becomes your boss? And then your baby-daddy? I guess they don't say "there's a fine line between love and hate" for nothing.
