You cannot be sure of anything these days.
You cannot be sure of the ideas you had as a teenager.
You cannot be sure of yourself.
If someone had asked him 6 years ago what he saw himself doing he would have never answered with:
Waiting at the end of an aisle while wearing a tux and looking at a synagogue full of people.
Most likely his answer would be somewhere along the lines of:
Why worry about the future? As long as I'm writing and living somewhere in southern Europe with a good cigar in my hand, I'm good.
He was sure he would never marry, never fall in love... not after...
Stop. He couldn't think of this. Not on his wedding day.
The moment had finally come, the doors were open and the young bride looked ravishing.
Change is hard though and he could not really erase the blue eyes from his memory.
With a shaking voice he said, "I, Elijah Goldsworthy, take you, Imogen Moreno, to be my lawfully wedded wife..."