Written on 11 March 2019
Tim
Please show up, please show up, please show up. I don't want to be alone. Does Dad have his hand on Aunt Mildred's knee? Stop getting distracted. Please show up. Urgh. Snow Patrol. I hate this song. But she loves it, and I love her and that's all that matters. Don't listen to what I said earlier, I'm desperate to marry her. Fuck knows I'm not going to do any better.
No, don't think like that. I'm not settling. I love her, I love her, I looooove her! Wasn't she supposed to have come in by now? This is Pete's fault, he was supposed to work the music. Where is the twat? Gretchin is there. Mind you, she looks pretty pissed. And attractive. God that dude is punching above his weight. FOCUS! YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET FLIPPING MARRIED FOR GOD'S SAKE.
The doors are open. Here come the bridesmaids. It's going to be alright, it's going to be alright. Okay, Kelly definitely checked out my Dad then. FOCUS!
And here she is. She looks amazing. Amazing. Why can't I think of a word other than amazing? She's smiling, sort of. It's going to be okay. It'll be fine. Here comes my wife. . .
. . . Wife
. . . Wife
. . . Wife