I had reached for the stars and got myself the prettiest one – I was engaged to the most beautiful girl in the world! I was in love and I was loved – I felt invincible.
Smiling like a retarded orangutan, I was the happiest person on the planet. I could fart rainbows!


One would think that people would be as happy as we were. After all, “people” did encourage us to get married. I don’t know what happened, but I was pretty happy that I’m not a people pleaser and I proposed solely out of my love to Manca. And because of the (wedding) cake. I love cake!

Sure there were a lot of “O.M.G! I’m sooo happy …”* and “Yipeeey, finally!!!”**, but there were also A LOT of reactions like: “Why?” and “Everyone is getting a divorce and you two are getting married. Is there even a point?”.

*insert squeaky noise
**insert squeakier noise

That kind of bummed us out. We don’t really care about other peoples’ opinions, but we do not like the selfishness of those that couldn’t just be happy for us and most importantly – with us.

Let’s get back to the squeaky ones – I don’t think we’ve ever thanked everyone for their support – a BIG “thank you” to all of you that smiled and shed tears of happiness with us!


So, I’m engaged. Well, we are. It’s all about the WE from now on. We are happy, we are going to get something to eat, we are sleepy, we have to go to the toil… Ok, it’s NOT all about the “we”. Let’s leave some things outside the marriage, haha.


I thought that the hardest part was behind me – you know how all the girls have their fantasy wedding(s) all planned out. Well, not my girl. To be honest, I’m not that boy, either – the one, whose only chores are getting drunk at the bachelor party and showing up for the “I do”.
As it turned out later on, out of the two of us I was the “bridezilla”.


Later? Well, yeah – we had to start planning (our) perfect wedding. According to tradition we only have a year (from the moment that she said “Yes!”) to get married.



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