"over the top" is how you would describe it. But I thought it was rather cute actually. What would you know about it anyway? I told myself that it doesn't matter what you would say, and yet, somehow I always hear your voice, your opinion anyway. Why is that
(more) I wonder?
You would say the fact that they had decided to invite 100 guests, that they had the service in a church, and hired a band to play the reception was over the top. You would think it pretentious of them to have small individual gifts, personalised at each place on the table. You would have laughed at her frilly white dress and the cravat that he wore. You never saw the point of all of that did you?
You would have sat beside me at the table looking bored during all of the speeches, and you would say that the best man was "tedious"
You would have given me a raised eyebrow when I asked you for a dance, and gone to the bar instead.
But later you would have held me, told me that we didn't need all of that. We didn't need to parade our love in front of people to prove that it was true. You would have laughed with me at the cute flowergirls dancing, up long past their bedtime. We would have walked hand-in-hand, slightly tipsy through the dark grounds, across the dew-soaked grass up to the main building to find our room.
And it would have been enough.
I used to think I wanted the dress, the flowers, the ceremony, the cake. A string quartet, you in a beautiful suit. Carrying me over the threshold.
Now I would give anything to talk to you, have you here, your warm hand in my own.(less)
