Three years and six days. That's exactly how it has been since Matthew first met your boyfriend. He was ashamed to admit he had been counting.

Back in his younger days, when you two were still costars, he would've told himself he had time. He could revel in his little crush and quietly pine after you. Life would sort itself out. He'd marry you one day, surely.

He remembered he even thought that when he first met Jacob. Because why would you two ever last? The guy seemed like an asshole. Well, apparently, he wasn't.

Now he sat at the kitchen island staring at the letter in his hand. 'We're tying the knot! Trust us, we can't believe it either. But in all seriousness, we'd love to see you at our wedding. (P.S. There'll be an open bar.)'

He'd checked the signed names about a million times. Was he seriously supposed to watch the love of his life get married? Life was a goddamn joke.