It’s the night before my wedding. Every time I think of it I want to cry, I feel so scared… It’s an irrational fear, it’s marriage not a death sentence and Xavier is a nice guy, maybe not the guy I would have chosen for myself in the long run- He is kind and sweet and scary. I would never have approached him in a bar or club, not even one of my fathers’ parties. He is older than me and he is intimidating, two very threatening aspects, not to mention how gorgeous he is…yeah, I would have watched him from a distance, but never ever approached him. I know he’ll treat me right most of the time, but what scares me is the forever in this…I haven’t liked a guy for more than a few weeks…I haven’t even committed to any clubs or even banks. I like my money in my pocket and I don’t care for benefits
