The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7
She picks the colors and the cake first
She’s already chosen a gown
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
Who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen
I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing
I have no clue what want my wedding will look like
The women who pins my last to hers
Will butterfly down the aisle
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
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”
When people ask me about my wedding
I never really know what to say
But when they ask me about my future wife
Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long
And she’s terrible at lying
Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly
If my alarm clock sounded like her voice
My snooze button would collect dust
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys
I would memorize her table of contents
I would read her cover-to-cover
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
She 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
Whenever I’m asked about my future wife