I've know how I want my wedding to be for three years. A sunlit church with beautiful music, flowers perfectly scattered down the isle. Sometimes I even thought of me walking down that isle and not the bride. But then again, who will be the bride now. The bride I imagined didn't like attention, she may not have even wanted to wear a dress. I never imagined wearing a tux or anything like that. I don't like how they look on me, since I'm not masculine it just looks wrong. I imagined our first dance, for some reason I've always imagined the song in "Back to the Future" where there slow dancing at the prom. At the end, she'd be so drunk that I'd have to drive home. And the next day we would fly to Hawaii for our honeymoon. After that we would have our three kids, Eden, Noah, and Alexander. The last time I talked to her about something like baby names she turned me away. Leaving me alone as we all walked downstairs for lunch. When all I secretly wanted was to know if she thought about these things too.
