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
two bridesmaids
and a maid of honor
by 34
she's waiting for a lad
who won't 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
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 i want my wedding to look like
but i imagine
the women who pins my last to hers
will butterfly down the aisle
like a five 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 to him
that our first kiss happened six years ago
and i've been practicing my 'yes'
for the past 2,165 days
when people ask about my wedding
i never really know what to say
but when they ask 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 properly
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 some 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 doesn't always make sense
but her imperfections are the things i love about her 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 likeyou.

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Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.