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When his breathing stopped, no one spoke for a long time. Then Kimmy leaned over and kissed his forehead. "You were a good man," she whispered. "Not a perfect one. But good."

"Every anniversary," he continued, "every fight with Kimmy, every time Lucy asked about my college days—I thought of you. Not romantically. Not exactly. More like... you were the road I didn't take. And I was glad I didn't take it, because I love Kimmy. I do. But I also never stopped wondering." fylm My Best Friend-s Wedding mtrjm 1997 - fydyw lfth

"You're not afraid anymore?"

For the first time in fifteen years, Julianne didn't feel like the runner-up. She felt like part of a strange, broken, beautiful family that had been forged in the fire of a near-mistake. Julianne moved to Chicago. When his breathing stopped, no one spoke for a long time

"Michael—"

Kimmy nudged her. "You okay?"