Through the window, we see Tyler hold up a finger.

“It’s go time,” I say, and Uncle Don leans over to give me a hug. And then it’s me and Annie, staring at each other one last time before she walks down the aisle.

“I love you,” she says, her voice shaky. “You’re my best friend.”

And even though I know today is all about her and Drew, and even though I’m thinking about all the things I want to say to Nick, for now, I’m reminded that romance isn’t the only great love story of our lives. Sometimes the love we have with our lifelong friends, the ones we can depend on through changes and fights and joys and heartbreaks—sometimes those are the greatest love stories we have.

“I love you,” I whisper as I squeeze her hand. And then Tyler’s no longer holding up a finger but full-on waving a hand at me, so I step through the door and walk down the aisle.

I know Nick is out there in one of those folding chairs, looking at me and probably hating me, but I don’t let myself think about it right now. I keep a smile on my face. I walk slowly. Drew smiles at me and I give him a wink, then take my place on the opposite side of the aisle, directly across from his very tiny brother.

And then the music changes. Harry Nilsson’s version of “Somewhere over the Rainbow” starts to play, because of course Annie wanted to walk down the aisle to the song from the end of You’ve Got Mail. There are more than a few sniffles as she and Don slowly make their way toward us, and when I turn to look at Drew, he wipes his eyes, too.

“Here,” I say, handing him one of my bra tissues while all eyes are on Annie.

Annie smiles shyly, taking slow steps toward us, and I make the mistake of looking out into the crowd. I see the rest of Don’s D&D friends, Gary (and his wife!), Tobin (who’s definitely wearing a T-shirt under a blazer, bless him) . . . and Nick. Looking right at me.

My heart stops. My mouth dries. I’m frozen in place (which is fine, because I’m not supposed to move right now). His eyes are creating some sort of magnetic force field and I’m unable to escape.

“Oh shit,” I mutter, because I’m in it, big-time. No matter what Nick says or does when I tell him I love him, this is it for me. There isn’t another person on earth who could make me feel the way he does.

Dungeon Master Rick gives me a dirty look, so I attempt to cover up my profanity with a prolonged sniffle, pulling another tissue out of my bra to wipe my nose.

By then, Annie and Don have completed their long walk down the aisle. Uncle Don gives Drew a hug, and Dungeon Master Rick doesn’t do the whole “who gives this woman away” speech, probably because Annie told him not to.