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I had a dream last night that I was getting married. To a guy I was crazy about. We'd been together maybe a year. But I loved him, and my family loved him. During the wedding rehearsal, I walked down the aisle, and as I was standing at the front, imagining it was the real thing, I had a moment of hesitation. And I stopped the ceremony, pulled my guy aside, and asked him -- if we were to end up in hard times, sad times, fighting times -- did he really think we'd make it through it? At the altar, I guess I'd made the realization that we probably wouldn't, not in the way that Henning and I would. He pondered it for a second, and then said, "No, probably not." And I told him I'd always love him. But we knew we shouldn't go through with it. And that was the end of that.