“Forget me not,” she whispered quietly in his ear. She felt his hands run through her hair and she had to bite her lip to stop the tears. This was her wedding- she wasn’t supposed to cry. But she couldn’t help but feel that she was getting married to the wrong person. Her lips brushed his cheeks one last time as she turned away from him. She didn’t think she could bear to look at him, to feel his touch one last time, or she would break down.