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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