Sunday, August 16, 2015

MUSINGS OF A MAN











  “ I was told
The average girl begins to plan her wedding at age 7
She picks the colours and the cake first
By the age of 10
She knows time,
And location
By 17
She’s already chosen a gown
Two bridesmaid
And a maid of honour
By 23

She’s waiting for a man
Who won’t break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”
Someone who doesn’t smell like a band-aid dressed 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
With 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 explain to him
That our first kiss happened six years ago
And I’ve been praticising my “yes”
For the 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 light that deserve to be seen all year long
I say
She thinks too much
Misses her father
Loves to laugh
And is 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 my keys away
If she was a book
I would memorize her table of content
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 that they will tell us what makes sense?
She doesn’t always make sense
But her imperfections are the things I like 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.





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