Let go

Abby Sixsmith watched her brother and couldn’t contain a surge of envy. He looked so happy!
It was so unfair. Greg, who since a teenager, had sworn he’d never marry, had just exchanged vows a few hours ago. Abby, who had been dreaming of her wedding for most of her life, sat at his reception single and dateless.
Can you say loser?
Of course, if she hadn’t given her heart to her brother’s best friend, who’d also sworn off matrimony as a teen, she might not be in this predicament. Opportunities for love long lasting had come and gone, due to her tunnel vision on the subject. At twelve years of age she’d decided that Nikolas Janiszewski was the one. And that childish certainly had rooted deep and flourished with time.