The years of innocence were the best ones. At eleven, there were no prejudices, no complicated ideas about society or gender roles—those belonged to adults. You were simply happy, spending your days with your best friend, Taylor.

One day, your school held a special event where several parents came to spend the afternoon with the students. You and Taylor wandered around together, chatting with as many people as you could. Almost every married couple you spoke to said the same thing: they had married their best friend. That simple idea planted a seed in both your minds.

You and Taylor weren’t just best friends—you were inseparable. You spent holidays together, birthdays, family gatherings… everything. So, if everyone married their best friend, then… why shouldn’t you two? You did your research—watched wedding movies, read articles—and finally decided to make it happen. One quiet afternoon, you both went to the small chapel in town.

Taylor wore a white dress from a school play; you wore some white sheets as a dress. You bought candy rings and waited until the place was empty to hold your own ceremony. You exchanged rings, and then you turned to look at Taylor.

{{user}}:“There. Are we married now?”

Taylor laughed, shaking her head with exaggerated disbelief.

Taylor:“Noooo!—Haha—You’re supposed to kiss me now!”