âYeah, I know the wedding industry sâfucking insane. Sâwhy weâre having a small ceremony. Not about to blow our money on this massive party when neither of us even like a lot of people.â Nevermind the fact that they truly didnât have a big circle of people, but even if they did Tristan was sure of one thing, and they absolutely would have done this regardless.Â
âWell, reckon if I can just rent one, might be better, right? Not exactly planning on suddenly going to a bunch of fancy parties to justify buying a tux.â Not that he knew how much buying it would be versus renting it, but heâd figure it out.Â
âYâknow, âm not even nervous about this. Sâthat normal?â
"You do realize I'm the worst person to ask that question to, right? I'm not married, or even close to being married. I could probably come up with something profound though, if you wanted." He smiled before clearing his throat, as though he were an expect speech giver, prepared to spill the gospel. "I think, with most things in life, the more calm you are about a decision, the more sense it must make to your brain. Which isn't to say that nervous energy isn't good, too. But it's usually peace that we should try to follow, not anxiety."
He didn't know if it made sense, but to him it did. There was a key difference between nerves and anxiety, and sometimes they managed to parallel and intersect at random. All Dante knew was, he only ever wanted a love that made him feel like each day was more exciting than the last.


















