Weddings

“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

Someone
 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? 
S

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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