Relax. I don't think he's even asked me.
Haven't read him for a while, but I think I'm standing at that altar alone.
Waiting.
Patiently.
Bouquet in hand.
And a veil. White. Long in back.
Once in a while a tear in my eye, but then I shake it away and stand hopefully once again. Bravely. Stalwart. Proud. Expectant.
Waiting.
Patiently.
Sigh.
Arf
