he's my rushmore.

i woke up at four in the morning 

and couldn't get back to sleep.

i kept my eyes closed

as a feeble attempt to prevent baggy under eye syndrome.

at six, i showered and spent most of that time shaving my legs.

never in my life have i paid so much attention to my knee hairs.

as i brushed my teeth before my hair appointment,

i threw up.

my stomach was full of drunk butterflies

constantly slamming into each other.

the stylist had to do my hair twice.

i cried a little 

and then had a mild panic attack.

after getting my hair done and my face on, 

i rushed home, got dressed, and chugged a cup of mint tea.

i was late to my own wedding. 

once we got to the temple, 

everything seemed to slow down.

i couldn't believe i was getting married.
this was actually happening
and it was happening to me. 

i hugged my parents
and kissed my fiancee goodbye.
these were my final minutes as a porter.
i felt the butterflies all over again.
but this time, they were more excited than drunk.
in just a few minutes,
my life would change in the best way.

 before i knew it,
i was in a room surrounded by all the people i love,
getting sealed to my best friend forever.
i smiled and cried the whole time.
it was the most perfect moment of my life.
it is the most perfect moment of my life.

street/foto cred
goes to the one and only,
anna james.
homegurl knows how to click a camera
and sing like an angel
and be super  kewl.
she literally does everything.