I’m Not Inviting a Single Guest To My Wedding

glamour.com:

. Why would I want to slowly walk down the center of a giant room, with everyone I’ve ever known watching me? And why would I want to wear a floor-length poofy gown – I don’t even like gowns, let alone poofy ones – with a veil interfering with my eyesight?

And why – why? – would I want to kiss the person I love in front of all our family and friends? . I’d rather , or . Whenever someone told me they were getting married, I’d think: That is lovely news.

But it couldn’t be me.Or, at least, that’s what I thought until I met someone. She was never big on marriage – and by extension, weddings – either.

It was something neither of us thought we would do. Except when she asked me “How about it?” on a beach in Ibiza one pastel-colored morning over glasses of orange juice, .