The Unromantic But Sentimental Reason I Treat Everyday Like My Wedding Day

There’s been a change of plans.

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I assumed I’d be halfway to the altar by now. Guess what? I’m not even close. Perhaps it’s because I didn’t manifest my husband. Or pray for one.

As bummed as I should be, quarantine allowed me to toy with the idea of perpetual singleness.