That’s what she told me. The woman who comes into my work every other week and asks me how my wedding planning is going. We talk about dresses, honeymoons, rings. Everything. I don’t know her name. I don’t know where she works or what she does. Maybe I should ask next time I see her.
She told me to remember this time. Remember the happiness. Remember the love. Remember every moment because it goes by so quickly. She told me to keep a journal. That way, I’ll be able to relive all these moments when I’ve forgotten the details.
That way, I won’t forget.