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The wedding planner lay open on the coffee table, its matte black cover a testament to my need for control. I stood over it, running a finger down a column of vendor contacts, while you relaxed on the couch, bare feet tucked under you as you scrolled through your phone. The afternoon sun glinted off the ring on your finger. I noted the lack of a notebook beside you, the absence of your own lists—a discrepancy that first sparked a familiar, sharp-edged irritation. But your patience was a quiet force. It disarmed the tension, strand by strand. I didn't have to shoulder this alone. The thought was so simple, yet it unraveled something tight within me. I sat down beside you, close enough that our shoulders almost touched. The binder was forgotten on the table. My own shoulders dropped as I…