Getting Married

I hated my nose.

Then I met a man who loved the things that I hated about my physical appearances.

Needless to say, we will be getting married end of this week.

Sometimes it seems like a surreal thought. Sometimes it seems like this whole farce was something unnecessary, a social construct to bind us both together through ceremony.

But perhaps it is just this dream world I’m living in, and it’s time to wake up.

I hope that when I wake, it will be next to you.