I watched Wendy's beautiful chestnut eyes look up at Stan's grinning face dreamily. An old man was standing behind both of them, smiling and talking. Wendy did not look beautiful as always; she looked stunning.

Her hands were locked into Stan's. I watched her delicate fingers carefully. I could tell she was nervous, for her hands were moist and shaking. If I could change one regret in my life, I would take Stan's place right then and there. He had it all.

I had come a long way from elementary school. I had matured, we all knew that. I was no longer the porky Cartman that schemed evil plans and tagged along after Stan, Kyle, and Kenny. I was Eric Cartman; workaholic, loner.

I looked to my left. There sat Kenny. Kenny had shed his signature orange coat, and today it was replaced with his Sunday clothes. He could not have looked happier. He was satisfied with what I would consider a unfilling life. He considers a different girl each week a gift, while I consider it torture. There's only one girl I want.

I looked to my right. There sat Kyle Broflovski, one of my closest friends. We grew closer throughout the years, and I apologized multiple times over my immaturity and the torture I brought upon him in our younger days. His eyes were locked on Stan. He had a pained expression on his face. He looked at Stan the same way I looked at Wendy. These days, Kyle and I were inseperable, and everyone knew that.

At that moment, the more happy Wendy grew, the more upset I grew. Typically, the smile of Wendy Testaburger alone could brighten my life for a week, but this was different. Our lives would never be the same again, and there was not a chance Wendy would never see me the way she saw Stan. I closed my eyes and thought of an alternate universe, one where Wendy did not despise me, one where she felt the same about me as I felt about her. We were in love.

I opened my eyes to my own personal hell. The wrinkled man standing beside Wendy and Stan spoke his mouth, and declared them man and wife.

They shared an intimate, powerful kiss. Wendy closed her eyes, and smiled during the start of the rest of her life being a married woman. Although I was not involved in this life-changing kiss, I could feel the love. A spark tickled my breaking heart, and I stood up and clapped along with the rest of the audience.