I’m getting married.

Married! I can barely stand to think of it. It was romantic when he was my boyfriend, even more so when he was my fiance, but now that the day of the wedding is almost here it doesn’t seem very cute anymore.

I love him. I was told that was all I would need-that and cash, a car, and a dress-but now I’m not so sure. I don’t mind being bound to him, it’s just the thought of being a married maid. Ugh! Old people are married! I’m only 22! I’ve got my whole life to live. I can get married when I’m older… can’t I?