Today I was going to be married. It is a funny thing. In two hours I was going to be a married man…a wife, a cute house, two cats, all that jazz. I still strongly support the institution of marriage. I am truly not bitter, because as the cliche’s always go, “better now than later”, “what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”, etc…There is something to be said for these cliche’s. They are the trite but true. I am truly happy, and while most people would go out and get drunk on this non-event, I have chosen to go to the birth of it. I am headed to my stomping grounds to work, relax, and smile at some memories. The beach is first on the list. I am not seeking but I know I am being sought. Melanie, if you read this, don’t take offense. I am happy and you know you are too. It is sad that this day is passing as the others when it was going to be the biggest one. So the stars had us in their crosshairs, and their marksmanship was dead on. If it weren’t for stars that died years in the past, the sky would not blanket us with light at night, and all of those nights we spent lying in the driveway gazing at our silent killers would have been pointless. We have our place in the sky, and that light can now ignite butterflies in the guts of new lovers, maybe even our own. We would’ve been beautiful, but it doesn’t mean that we weren’t. Yes, I am much happier now, but I will always love her, and there is no one that can take that from me.