I was in a wedding.
A lovely wedding that I wasn't sure I should be allowed to attend, let alone be part of.
Do I believe in marriage?
I'm not so sure.
Not to hate on you married folk. I have to say that before swords are drawn. But I am who I am, you are who you are, and the truth is, I just don't get it.
But it doesn't mean I'm not happy for you.
You guys are great.
I'm just not one of you.
I was in a wedding and vaguely concerned an engaged groomsman was hitting on me, vaguely concerned about a bridesmaid whose on and off again boyfriend is also the man I kissed for a little while at the beginning of this blog. He refused to look at me. Refused to acknowledge me.
I'm in the wedding! The jig is up!
The things I feed off of aren't real for other people.
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