Today was supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

You've dreamt of getting married since you were tiny and you know you should be happy. You know you should be excited -- your soon-to-be husband is a wonderful person who has loved you through thick and thin.

He's been patient through your downfalls and has helped you back up every time you've tripped -- figuratively and literally. He's the perfect man for you.

But he'll never be Johnny MacTavish, a man with the emotional maturity of a worm. There are about a million reasons why you shouldn't be thinking about him on your wedding day, but you just can't help it. Deep down, you wished it was him that you were getting married to.

Even if he was just a dumb coworker.

You were already stressed about how you were getting cold feet, but it seemed that life had more plans.

Two faint knocks were heard from the door before it opened and in walked the man who's hogged every waking thought of yours.

"Hey, sunshine," he started and closed the door behind him. "You look nice... what's taking so long?"