“Wait, wait, stop the wedding!” (apologies to Etta James for stealing her famous lyrics), but her song truly epitomizes the dreamy loving moments captured and thrown at us by Hollywood which cause every hopeless romantic to swoon and fall metaphorically in love with Love every time. “Cause you belong to me, and I belong to you, and deep down inside me now, I know you feel that way too,” the song continues in an effort to convince her one true love to break off his engagement to what she believes is the wrong person, and run dramatically to her, swoop her off her feet, and ride away into that magical sunset. End scene.

Of course, that never happens in real life. There is a reason we are called “hopeless” romantics, because there is no hope for us. Ever.  A reason it is called “unrequited” love, because it will never be returned. EVER. Imagine your own wedding day, an ex from your past suddenly burst forth through those church doors, causing gasps of awe and shock throughout the congregation, and blurted out his/her true feelings about you, imploring you, begging you, to call off the wedding, you are making a horrible mistake and you need to leave the altar, and spend the rest of your life with him/her (your one true soulmate). What would happen? He/she would promptly be escorted from the building, and nervous laughter would slowly swell into choruses of “That was crazy,” “What an idiot,” and the ever popular, “That was so embarrassing.”  Then said wedding would continue on, after the inevitable lame joke by the priest/civil servant/presiding official, and you would sail into the aforementioned sunset with the person you said you were going to marry, and not think twice.
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