I Swear, This Time, I Mean It.

I was never the kind of girl to dream about her wedding, her future husband, her children… yet after being engaged for three months I’ve picked out a dress, a first dance and a flower bouquet.

But despite all of these grand plans for my future and the white wedding I never thought I wanted, but couldn’t want any more if I tried, I still don’t believe it’ll ever work out in my favour.

Fairytale endings just don’t happen, and whilst I’m happy to throw myself into planning for a ‘distant’ wedding, a part of me knows somehow that it’ll never happen. Boys as wonderful as him don’t end up with girls as screwed up as me. And the day he realises that is the day it all falls to pieces  xx