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So...that kid that stayed at our house in the summer 14 years ago and taught me to rollerblade just got married today!

Congratulations Henry and Becky!

This is perhaps the fourth time I've been to a wedding. The first time, I was too small and cannot remember anything. The second was my aunt's wedding. All I can remember is feeling awkward in a dress and being completely exhausted from holding the heavy bouquet of flowers. The third one was about two years ago, and there was nothing quite memorable to me. Today, a million things went through my mind.

I remember the words that someone had said to me after attending a wedding last year. The words hurt, partly because of the unfortunate truth of those words, but more so because that this person thought this.

People often talk about giving their partner some sort of recognition through marriage. But does a ceremony and a piece of paper confirm your relationship? The most important thing is what comes from within, and that is something that only the people involved can confirm with one another.

What is the purpose of marriage? What does it mean to love someone? How do you love someone? How do you prove that you love someone? What gives us the right to love someone? How do we decide who we can or cannot love? Can it ever be wrong to love?