I was told
The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7
She picks the colors and the cake first
Spends hours thinking about texture and frosting
By the age of 15
She knows time,
The Location
The season and the song
Shes already chosen a gown
And invitations
By 22
She’s waiting for a man
Who doesn’t break out in hives when he talks about commitment
Someone who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen
Someone who will treat her body like its really expensive and extremely fragile
I’m 29 years old
I have no idea what kinda tux I’m gonna wear
To be honest, I have no clue what my wedding will look like
But I imagine the women who pins my last to hers
Will butterfly down the aisle
Like a 5 foot promise
Wearing good news and a white dress
I imagine
her smile
Will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps
And know exactly where our wedding is being held
The woman that I plan to marry
Will have champagne in her walk
And I will get drunk on her footsteps
When the pastor asks
if I take this woman to be my wife
I’ll say yes before he even finishes the sentence
I’ll apologize later for being impolite
But I will also explain him
That our first kiss happened 6 years ago
And I’ve been practicing my “Yes”
For past 2, 165 days
When people ask me about my wedding
I never really know what to say
But when they ask me about my future wife
I always tell them
Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that I want to see all year long
She thinks too much
She misses her father
She loves to laugh
And She’s terrible at lying
Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly
I tell them
Her imperfections are the things I like about her the most
She’s the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen
She’s a lot like you
