From a young age, I had developed a misguided sense of identity. I used to love the movie A Walk to Remember based on a Nicholas Sparks book. The film has all the heart-palpitating and drama-induced romance any teenage girl would love. In it, the female protagonist, Jamie, has a bucket list of things she wants to do in life, such as being in two places at once and getting a tattoo. At the top of her list was getting married in the church where her parents were married, seemingly because marriage was her life’s ultimate goal.
