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Pain is not permanent

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Pain is not permanent.

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Isabella

Tomorrow is the day, the day I finally become one with Ethan. And I can't get any happier than I am now.

Why won't time just go faster?! I'm both nervous and excited at the same time I could go crazy.

I miss Ethan so much. Our moms; Ethan's and my mom wouldn't even let us see each other since yesterday because of some absurd belief they have.

They said it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. Bad luck my bum.

It's so frustrating. Ever since we met the longest time we probably didn't see each other was when he had a business meeting in Spain for a week but it felt like decades.

And I don't want to wait another day to be with him.

I wonder what Ethan's doing? Is he feeling the same thing I'm feeling right now?

I remember when he proposed he was so nervous. He was pale and sweaty he looked like he was ready to pass out.

I've never seen him look so nervous it was almost comical.

I wanted to laugh but then it seemed like he snapped out of his 'I'm about to faint state' then kneeled in front of me whipped out a black velvet box out of his pocket then asked me,

"Mia regina, I've never been so scared to lose something in my entire life, then again nothing has ever meant as much to me as you do.

I have completely fallen for you. Everything you do, say, everything that you are. You're my first thought in the morning, last in the evening my head is filled with thoughts of you.

You are what I need in my life. You're it for me and this time I won't let another moment pass that we're not together.

So would you please, with cherries on top marry me? I love you with everything in me please be mine?"

while grinning sheepishly.

And here we are, 1 day left before we finally and officially become one.

Deciding to finally go to my last fitting for my dress, I bathed and got dressed in a shirt, biker shorts and slip ons. After that I grabbed my bag and headed to my car and drove to my destination.

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