"Dear Comrade, it's July 7, 2022. It's almost time. A little more than a month until you're gone. I'll miss you. I don't think I'll be able to handle seeing you with her so much, so I'll probably play a much smaller role in your life than I am now.

"Tasha's really close to turning into a bridezilla. She's starting to be really OCD and everything has to be perfect. I got a tiny spot of dirt on my dress the other day and she freaked. She also got really mad at the stylist for suggesting that she cover her scar with makeup. That I can understand. If I was her, I wouldn't cover the scar either. Also, if I was her, I'd have you. But that's beside the point.

"Your bachelor's party is, of course, the night before the wedding. Tasha's party's at the same time. I'm hoping to be able to be able to slip away from her party and get to yours. I'll say that I have a headache or something. I'll figure it out then."