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 honour.
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.
While I walk down the aisle nervously, like a 5 foot promise, I will put on a smile. A smile so big you will see it on google map.
When the pastor asks if I take my man as my husband, I will say yes before he finishes the sentence.
I’ll apologize later for being impolite.
But I will also explain to him, that our first kiss happened years ago.
And I’ve been practicing my “yes” ever since.
When people ask me about my future husband, I don't really know what to say.
But for sure that I know,
His eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long;
he would be a someone who loves to laugh, even at the silliest joke;
he would be terrible at lying, because he is one kind soul.
I tell themIf my alarm clock sounded like his voiceMy snooze button would collect dustI tell themIf he came in a bottleI would drink him until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keysIf he was a bookI would memorise his table of contentsI would read his cover-to-coverHoping to find typosJust so we can both have a few things to work onBecause 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 senseHe doesn’t always make senseBut his 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 husband
I would say … He's the best thing that has ever walked into my life."