“Christina, I could promise to hold you, and to cherish you. I could promise to be there in sickness and in health. I could say till death do us part. But I won’t. Those vows are for optimistic couples, the ones full of hope. And I do not stand here, on my wedding day, optimistic or full of hope.
I am not optimistic. I am not hopeful. I am sure. I am steady. And I know. I am a heart man. I take them apart. I put them back together. I hold them in my hands. I… am a heart man.
So this, I am sure, you are my partner, my lover, my very best friend. My heart beats for you. And on this day, the day of our wedding, I promise you this. I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hands. I promise you… me.”
I'm an aquired taste. I'm quite bitter, too quirky, and lavishly dark for the regular taster. I don't feel feelings or speak words like your ordinary lady. I smile quite brillantly when someone pronouces my name correctly. I'm going to make hybird babies in the future. And Love, would be my worst subject.
Oh, did I forget to mention I'm really rough around the edges.