Weddings aren’t about love. Love is often messy and complicated. Love can unfurl in fits and starts amid the dryness of work days and across the dustiness of years.
Weddings aren’t about family, either. If they were, there’d be more arguments and fewer canapés. Someone would refuse to stop playing the PlayStation. Someone would hog the bathroom. Someone would start crying and lock themselves in their room.
And weddings aren’t about commitment. Because real commitment is quieter. Real commitment is the second part in "for better or for worse". It’s remembering they hate coriander, even when you’re mad at them. It’s bringing the chicken soup to their door when they have Covid. It’s supporting them through the tough times, and there will always be tough times.
But what weddings are about, in my opinion anyway, is the best and truest version of you.
And maybe if you hold that version of yourself in the light long enough, and believe in it deeply enough… Maybe… Maybe...
This is not a perfect world. Life is not a wedding. There’s no real happily ever after. But for one day you’re allowed to pretend. For one day you get to feel like everything is okay. For one day, the world can be what it should be, and you can be who you were meant to be. For one single, concentrated, glittering day, the jigsaw pieces fit and the story makes sense.
