Song: Hands Down (acoustic)
Artist: Dashboard Confessional
Album: So Impossible
Imagine this: Standing in shadow of the summer day, your head is bent down anticipating the great night that is to come. Don't cry, it's a happy time, and if you do you'll ruin your makeup and your pictures will be a mess. You hold your head up just enough to see people's feet. You're not sure if your father will be there, but you hope so. You look to the left and hook someone's arm, as he tells you "you look beautiful" and you walk through the french double doors down the long straight aisle. You feel like your running, you look like you're gliding, but you know you're walking. Everything is picture perfect, the church is a pristine white, the guests have all resolved on an unsaid color scheme that seems to match. No aunt is in a gold lamé suit, wearing matching pumps with pantyhose glossened pump-fat hanging over. Your best friends are waiting for you at the end of your destination, you're not sure what color their wearing, or what style their hair is in, but they all look beautiful and happy to see you. You stare to the men on the right and see traditional tuxes and not a sign of imperfection. You finally bring your head up to look at that one person in the room that matters. Too Bad He Doesn't have a face.
Guys, I've been thinking about my wedding, I don't know why. Every time I watch romantic movies, I wonder about the after, you know the forever part. The marriage part. If there's a wedding in the film, I'll think about how I envision my own. I've even went so far as to look up wedding dresses. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, I don't want to get married anytime soon. I don't even have a face to put on the groom...what the hell is this creepy (biological) thing going on. I'm 19 I don't need a marriage...I barely need a boo.
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