It's a bit past midnight, I'm, laying on the blow up bed surrounded by boxes, almost floor to ceiling, wishing I was home. It's been nothing but wedding since I first got here. I haven't had one moment to do anything just with The Bride. It's always her, Mr. Wonderful and me. Long gone are the days where the two of us shop, have lunch and see movies. The new reality is there's three of us and often times three feels odd.
I need to get use to the fact that the friend I had is not the same person I know today. The girl I know today no longer makes any decisions on her own, no longer wants to do things that we shared before and no longer has that something about her that I loved. It seems like the old her has fallen into a black hole. No where to be found.
Getting married, to me, doesn't mean losing oneself. My friend, has sadly gone that route. We'll still be friends, but I know it won't be the same. It's not because she's gone totally mad about the wedding details, but because she no longer is here. She has lost herself and she has become they.