Everything is Illuminated
Here we are folx, me and my boo, back together again. It feels so right.
In wedding countdown news, we have 100 days to go before Keith and both lose our shit in front of 200 lucky guests. We often wonder which one of us is going to vomit/faint/hyperventilate in front of our loved ones. I’ve got my money on me projectile vomiting on the guests as I walk down the aisle, and him losing it and not being able to get it together for the entire ceremony, sobbing into his best man’s lapels and trying to squeak out the vows through giant snot bubbles. You gotta be there to see it!
Our six month separation has taken a toll on both of us and Keith has commenced to rip out a finger/toenail for every week we are separated in order to dull the pain in his heart. I guess I don’t love him enough to do the same.