u/illustrasunx

I'm 29, engaged for eight months, and I just got back from a sales conference in Vegas.

He was at the hotel bar — dark eyes, easy laugh, no idea who I was. We talked for two hours like we'd known each other forever. Then we didn't talk at all.

I don't regret it the way I probably should. Maybe that's the confession within the confession.

My fiancé picked me up from the airport with flowers. I kissed him and thought about absolutely nothing.

The wedding is in September. I bought the dress last week.