"Right before graduation, I sent my fiancé a ridiculously mushy love text… except it went to my mom instead. Mortifying? Yes. But it also reminded me of those early, love-drunk years where we wrote over-the-top paragraphs daily. When was the last time you sent your partner a message so sappy you’d be embarrassed if your mom saw it? Maybe it’s time to start again."

Then one day, Naz looked at me and gently said: “I feel like you care more about the wedding than you care about me.” Oof. It stung. At first, I was frustrated. Didn't he see everything I was juggling? But deep down, I knew he wasn’t wrong. I was so wrapped up in the logistics that I was losing sight of why I was doing any of it in the first place.