Dear Diary

This was the front of our wedding invitations:

…Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! It is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, though his height be taken.

In case you're worried that I was all squidgy and romantic, they said, inside, "RSVP or else". You can do anything when you make your own invitations.