If I sit at one more wedding. Stand as one more bride's maid. Try to catch one more bouquet. Dance awkardly with another groomsmen. If I receive one more wedding invite. Wedding registry. If one more person ask me what am I waiting for? I am going to scream. Yes I have dreams of a pretty all white wedding, with beautiful pink and white roses, and tearful vows, and dancing with my father, and a big beautiful wedding cake with whipped frosting, and champagne that flows endlessly. I dream of my handsome, strong, hubby taking off my garter and peeking at my sexy undies. Because you know he can't hardly wait any longer. I dream of throwing the bouquet, trying to aim it and toss it at that right angle for my bestie to catch. These are my dreams, and I want my dreams to come true. So I give God control of choosing my match. I'm just sick of these batches of questions I'm being asked constantly. Damn. I'm only in my twenties. Stop badgering me. What's the rush? Why do you want me married so quickly? I want the marriage, not the wedding.
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