“I saw him and knew i just *had* to have the deli boy, I told my best friend, Sarah. He noticed I didnt feel good that day and came to check on me then… and every day after that. Then a short conversation later, about how to get paint out of my hair, because I, YET AGAIN, stuck my head to a wall of wet paint, he evidently couldn’t get enough of me and all my clumsiness and I couldnt get rid of him. We just happened to “bump into” eachother every time I turned around. He once told me he liked Harry Potter, and told me the story about his deathly hollows tattoo, so I stayed up super late every night for like a week and a half painting the Hogwarts Castle with “Always” in white, against Van Gogh’s starry night because I’m totally obsessed with Van Gogh. I was totally obsessed with Jacob too, to be honest. I still am, and I make sure to annoy him and press all his buttons everyday.” - Lillian “I had been out of a bad relationship for a few months and wasn’t looking for love, but love found me. I had a bright face come up to me during a dull day working in the Deli. I asked her how she was, and found out she worked in automotive, so I later went to check on her after I saw her hobbling around on her bum leg. She told me it was good meeting me and that she would probably never see me again since we worked on opposite sides of the store, and for the rest of the day, I coincidentally bumped into her 3 more times. It wasn’t on purpose but I swear it was fate. She asked me for my snapchat, and we began talking on there, and the rest is history. Today, and everyday, I push her buttons until she wants to beat me up, but I love her to death and wouldn’t want it any other way.” - Jacob

I was told the average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of seven. I was told she picks the colors and the cake first. By the age of ten, she knows the time and the location. By seventeen, she’s already chosen a gown and a maid of honor by twenty three. She’s waiting for a man who doesn’t break out in hives when he hears the word commitment. To be honest, I don’t know what tux I’ll be wearing. I have no idea what my wedding will look like. But I imagine.. I imagine the woman who pins my last name to hers will butterfly down the aisle like a five foot promise. I imagine that her smile will be so big that you will see it on google maps and know exactly where our wedding is being held. The woman that I plan to marry will have champagne in her walk and I will get drunk on her footsteps. When the pastor asks me if I take this woman to be my wife I will say yes before he even finishes the sentence. I will apologize to him later for being impolite but I will also explain to him that our first kiss happened six years ago and I’ve been practicing my yes for the past 2,165 days and when people ask me about my wedding I never know what to say but when people ask me about my future wife.. I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her cover to cover hoping to find typos just so we can both have something to work on. But her imperfections are the things I love about her the most. To be honest, I don’t know when I will be married. I don’t know where I will be married. But I do know this.. whenever I’m asked about my future wife, I explain her as the best I can. She always sounds a lot like you.