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I'm the girl who has been in love with her best guy friend since the one time they shared a chocolate milk at lunch in 3rd grade, only to realize it when he announces that he's met "the one" and they are getting married. I'll spend 90 minutes lamenting on all the times he's kissed me on the forehead, helped me through hard times and shared a passionate kiss that meant nothing, because, you know, we were kinda drunk that night.

I may or may not have a weird confrontation with the fiance, but in my head i know its all good because she's going down and im gonna get my man. I'll talk to my sassy, free-spirited best friend (who lives in an awesome apartment but sells handmade bracelets on the street two days a week) about it all the time, who just knew we shouldve been together from that one party in college when we just looked so cute together. She may try to talk some sense into me, but in the end, she'll just tell me to do what's in my heart. And i will, by making a mad dash to the altar in sweats and bedhead in hopes of catching him before the nuptials are read, and professing all that is my love for him via a corny song lyric from our favorite song in 7th grade.

Clearly, he'll ditch his former wife-to-be for me, and the wedding party will clap and cheer for us. Free-spirit BFF will be in the background getting felt up by the guy's old creepy uncle. Guy will throw off his tux jacket and we'll run out of the church to some destination unknown so we can be together forever.