"If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts."

I keep having this reoccurring short film play in my head.
We're at my wedding (god knows when), dancing to some cheesy song that you wouldn't have been interested in two and half years ago. It's a slow song - -we're not that far apart. We're talking, laughing, reminiscing. And that's when I tell you what I've been thinking for the past three years and how I think it's all come true. You pause for a minute, kiss me, and then it's over. There's no definite ending. I don't know if we finish the dance, or (heaven forbid) if you bow out, or what. I don't know what happens next. And I think that's the part that upsets me most.