Happiness is only real when shared.
I hate weddings. Old people would poke me saying You're next. They stopped when I started going up to them at funerals and poking them, saying, You're next.
He stole my heart and I am planing for revenge. I'm going to steal his last name!
Marriage is like a song, where the Lord's sweet melody of love comes from two hearts joined as one, husband and wife.