Maybe it’s not that I don’t believe in marriage, though I must say I am rather jaded. It’s just I never thought of it, and have never even thought of keeping someone or having someone close enough to me to want to marry me. I was never a kid to plan it out, I never thought about the dress, or the flowers, the colors, where it would happen, how everything would have to be set up just so, the ring.
I don’t want a wedding.
I’d rather be eloped any time. Save the money for a nice little honeymoon and for stuff we’ll need to get as a married couple. I don’t have much or really any family. Or friends for that matter. I don’t want something huge, because it’s just not me. I am pretty low key, and just can’t see myself in a big style wedding, and luckily I don’t think the man minds that.
It’s funny with him and I. I knew when we first started dating that he wanted to marry me, and I wanted to be with him and could see myself giving away my trust to him and my heart. We just fell head over heels and the one girl I talked to at work said I was going too fast. But, I knew it was right, so right, it felt wonderful, and I was absolutely crazy about him. The first night I met the man I knew how I felt about him, and normally I’d avoid a guy who I liked. I tried to, but it ended up not working, and I tried to be mean to him too and he still went after me.
I know he wants to marry me, I’m pretty sure. But, it’s a matter of when, and what his secret plan is.