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How would anyone know we were together? How would anyone know I even existed if I never took a photo to prove it?
But that's silly. People existed before we had cameras in our pockets. They existed before photography. There's nothing to prove and no one to prove it to.
We were together, whether I took a picture of us lounging by the pool or not.
But now, I see what I was missing.
The desire to capture a moment. To share my joy with someone else. To feel a happiness so intense, I needed to prove it existed.
I've never felt that before.
But it's in these pictures. I shouldn't have dismissed Maddie. Just because I didn't feel that bliss, because I didn't love her, because I didn't see it. She felt it. She wanted it.
I didn't listen.
Right now, looking at the photos I took last night, I see every inch of it.
This is two people enjoying their time together. Two people who want everything they're doing.
Photos from the bar. The bartender. Our drinks. Our hands, intertwined. The bartender, offering us a lost and found ring.
Daphne, on her knees, holding up the rings.
And the venue. The wedding itself.
Daphne looks happy in her white sequined dress, her eyes on the ring.
This time, she's staring at it like it brings her all the joy in the world. Like she can't believe she actually asked, and I said yes, and we made it to a chapel.
I can't believe it either. But looking at the picture, me and my slacks, and her cocktail dress, and Elvis in a studded jumpsuit between us—
It feels right.
It is right.
Husband and wife. Till death do us part.
It was her idea.
As was—
Shit.
She posted the photo right away. On all her accounts. And all of mine.
And there it is, on my Instagram. I already have a thousand likes. I don't even have a thousand followers. I haven't posted in months.
Who the hell is liking these pictures?
Comment from RipMeANewLaw. What a happy night! I bet you know how to rock a honeymoon.
My work rival.
The fucker even dropped a winking emoji.
If he found out I got drunk in Las Vegas and married a woman who isn't the one I had phone sex with at the office—
He will use that against me.
