weddings and boodle fights.

..
i wanted us to elope...

to get married, in black,
somewhere where we could breathe in the freshest air,
with just two of our closest friends...

then have a boodle fight,

then drink and dance the night away,
which would've been mental
since we don't even drink
and i could never ever - for the life of me - dance.

well...
absurd religious p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ practices and traditions did get in the way,
(a wedding in itself is one, i know!)

but...

we did get married on the day we planned,
in black,

though somewhere where we breathed in polluted air,

had had a boodle fight,

drank (fizzy 😅) and talked the night away
with our four closest friends.

it was a beautiful day. 💚.

..
it has been seven years since then.

i hope you decay with me. 🤍

..

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