I haven’t shared this with you yet, but I want to marry 

you by [the summer of June 2026]. 

Fuck the economy and fuck our student loans.

I can’t wait to call you my husband.

 

I haven’t shared this with you yet, but I imagine my dress 

To be an elegant [spaghetti strap nothing], 

[Body-con], like we both know I prefer. Inlaid with

[Pearls], and [sequins], and all the [sparkling things].

Maybe I could even have [dainty tea gloves] like

my mom had for her special day.

 

I haven’t shared this with you yet, but I believe our wedding 

should take place somewhere [stupidly ostentatious]. 

Like a [castle] or like a [villa]. We’re not the type to have

a [destination wedding], but if we were to have one,

let’s host it in [Rome].

 

I haven’t shared this with you yet, but I think our first

Dance should go to the song [“At Last”] by [Etta James].

And not because my [aunt] did it first, but because I fell 

Hopelessly in love with the lyrics and how [Etta] accurately 

stole the feelings from my heart and made them tangible. 

 

I haven’t shared this with you yet, but I genuinely think

[My parents] would like you. Even though we grew up 

worlds apart, there’s nothing that will stop your 

Earnestness from shining through. [They] will see that

and rest easy, knowing [their baby girl] is in good hands.

Like I always knew I was.