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My Face , 21, Irish Girl Living in Canada, Singer, Phi Sigma Sigma,
  • Talk To Me
  • "I was told
    The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7
    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 honor

    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
    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 my wedding will look like

    But I imagine
    The women who pins my last to hers
    Will 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 also explain him
    That our first kiss happened 6 years ago
    And I’ve been practicing my “Yes”
    For 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 lights that deserve to be seen all year long
    I say
    She thinks too much
    Misses her father
    Loves to laugh
    And she’s 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 away my keys
    If she was a book

    I would memorize her table of contents
    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 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
    But I do know this
    Whenever I’m asked about my future wife

    I always say
    …She’s a lot like you

    Rudy Francisco (via katcossio)


    (via sksparkle77)