I was supposed to be my friend's wedding this weekend and the thing is...

Maybe I was there?

Only I'm pretty sure it was cancelled.

I went to the bride's funeral.

Let me back up.

I knew both Alden and Petra from college.

They met in intro to Shakespeare sophomore year and well they hit it off pretty much immediately.

They're both dramatic types so their relationship was pretty entertaining for all of us.

You know the types I mean, right?

Nothing was ever middle of the road.

Things were always either fantastic or ruined.

Nothing between.

I guess not everyone finds that stuff entertaining because a bunch of folks cycled in and out

of our circle of friends but I thought that it was like a live action soap opera.

I loved it.

But they broke up maybe a half dozen times before graduation.

Things with tears and slam doors and handwritten notes proclaiming betrayal.

They got back together a half dozen times too.

And when we were all throwing our caps in the air they had their arms around each other smiling

and laughing and swearing to spend their lives together.

After graduation I moved out of town and Petra moved in with Alden.

I would have thought that moving in together where they were going to be in close proximity

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