So there was the Academy Awards and that shocking, chaotic ending. So, I’ve cried watching Logan, the live action version of Beauty and the Beast wasn’t so bad, but I still prefer the animation (of course! I ALWAYS prefer the original).
And what else? Oh, yes. I’m going to get married. Yes, time goes by and what am I supposed to do? Waiting forever for a dream come true? I will always love you, Leo. It’s inevitable, it’s been like this since I was 12. But let’s face reality, you just got too rich and famous, I just didn’t get to cinema, and this is just not the life for us.
When I was younger, on my teens, I had imagined a big wedding for us. A big party, famous people, both of our families and friends would travel with us to a certain destination and it would be so much fun.
But today, I actually rethink the idea. I guess I would like something more intimate, just the closest family and friends. I wouldn’t wear a huge dress or anything, just a simple and sweet one. We could get married in this Château in France and then have a honeymoon under the aurora borealis.
Although, well, that George Clooney wedding with Amal sounded great too, elegant and classy. And George took his time to settle, who knows, maybe you will marry someone better than we expect.
My wedding in real life will be small and divided into three parts, because he has family and friends in another state, and the religious service will take place in New York. I intend to do myself the invitations, decoration, looking for cheaper solutions (on wedding dress, catering and all), I intend to have fun by hiring a karaoke thing… I, from all people, who thought would never (really) get married.
Here I am. And I don’t have cold feet, perhaps I’m too old for this. I like my future husband, I think he’s a good man for me. I just know that I once had other dreams…
But I can’t wait forever, can I?
What if this is as good as it gets?