Ian is the most grounded, fiercely loyal, and transparent person I have ever known.
We built our entire relationship on complete honesty. That absolute, unwavering trust is exactly why I fell so deeply in love with him.
It sounds unromantic when I say it out loud. It wasn’t. It was the softest, safest thing I’d ever had.
Which brings us back to the tuxedo.
It sounds unromantic when I say it out loud.
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Ian and I got married yesterday.
Our wedding was everything we had hoped for and perfect in every way. Marisol, my best friend and maid of honor, cried through her toast. My cousins started a conga line. Ian stepped on my dress twice and apologized as if he’d committed a crime.
We stumbled into our suite at 2 a.m., laughing, exhausted, and still glittery. He shrugged out of his custom black tuxedo, tossed it over the armchair with the reverence of a man throwing away a napkin, and was asleep before I finished brushing my teeth.
My cousins started a conga line.
