The Man

Twenty years,
We'd been married for twenty years,
and it was finally time for him to open up.
He sat me down, looked me in the eyes, and opened his mouth.
Clear, precise, proficient in his speech, in his tone, and in the language of his body.
His body, which I know like my own. One I'd known for half of this life. His body.
Words like a simple tune I've heard before.. but can't recall the end.
In fact, I never knew how it would end with him, either.
Twenty years, and he told me he didn't love me.
That he was meant to be alone,
Twenty years ago.

In Black and White

More photos from my engagement photo session with Selene and Andrew. I will be posting these as I finish editing them.

Question of the blog:

If you are not married yet, are you the type of person that has their weddings all planned out already, or would you rather not think of it until the time comes?

OR

If you are married, how long did it take to plan your wedding?