“I was told

The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7

She picks the colors and the cake first
By the age of 10

She knows time,

And location 
By 17

She’s already chosen a gown

2 bridesmaids

And a maid of honor
 By 23

She’s waiting for a man

Who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”

Someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely 
Someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed

 Who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen

To be honest
I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing

I have no clue what want 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
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 will say yes before he 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 deserve to be seen all year long

I say
 she thinks too much

Misses her father

Loves to laugh

And she’s terrible at lying
 because her face never figured out how to do it correctly

I tell them 
if my alarm clock sounded like her voice
 my snooze button would collect dust

I tell them
 if she came in a bottle 
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys

If she was a book 
I would memorize her table of contents

I would read her cover-to-cover
 hoping to find typos
 just so we can both have a few things to work on 
Because aren’t we all unfinished?
 Don’t we all need a little editing?
 Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone?
 Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense? 

he don’t always make sense
 but her imperfections are the things I love about her the most

I don’t know when I will be married

I don’t know where I will be married

But I do know this

Whenever I’m asked about my future wife
 I always say

…She’s a lot like you”
-Rudy Francisco



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