It’s 3 AM in the morning, and my thoughts are wandering to the day when I’ll finally meet the one that I’m going to marry.
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It will be Tuesday
I bet that I’ll wake up 29 minutes late ’cause I spent the night before going out with my girls
I’ll have too much gin and even drunk-dialed my ex-boyfriend on my way home
The next morning, my head probably hurt like hell
I’ll forget to put my highlighter on because it’s nowhere to be found
The clock’s ticking, I’ll grab my favorite elephant heels and drive past the street
I’ll stop by my favorite coffee shop, and you’ll be arriving exactly 5 seconds before that
You’ll open the door and hold it up for me
I won’t forget to say thank you
We’ll order the same coffee and share a quick smile at the cashier
You’ll smell like a sweet sunset
I’ll notice your brown eyes, not knowing that I’ll be looking at them every day for the rest of my life
You’ll share a bad joke with me; it is bad I must admit
But we’ll laugh anyway and secretly hope to see each other again the next day
And we will be
And the day after that
And every day for the next two months
We will fall in love, easily
And I’ll be grateful for waking up 29 minutes late that Tuesday morning
