This is difficult not because I don't know what to say. On the contrary, everything is easy when it involves you, but I guess the difficult part is trying to condense everything I feel when it comes to you in a way that others can process and understand. And then trying to make this concise for the ceremony of course. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to fit years and years of loving you into a few paragraphs, so that's part of the intimidation. Another thing I'm worried about-how long this is going to end up being, but for now I'm just word vomiting or free-styling here I should say. I know I don't have the best reputation when it comes to free-styling (the memory of our eighth-grade talent show is still fresh in my mind-ah Iris, if only you'd known then why I embarrassed myself rapping like that for you), but I'll take my shot once again. Hopefully it won't end in a can of soda being tossed at me and a loud chorus of booing.
I also don't really know how much I should reveal with this. If it were just you and me, we wouldn't have that problem, but I'll have to edit myself eventually. I guess we'll just have to see what length this turns out to be.
Basically I'm taking the writing recommendation you gave me when you started journaling consistently in college. Remember that? I wondered how you could write so much so regularly, and you told me you just-WROTE. You wrote without editing yourself or worrying about how it sounded, and later on you told me that stream of consciousness was the best practice you've ever had for your professional writing career, even if it was a totally different kind of writing than the type you do now.
So of course I'm going to follow the advice of the best writer I know when it comes to the most important words I'll ever deliver.
It's a bit weird to type my wedding vows too-I know it would feel more romantic to handwrite them. You're probably handwriting yours on some beautiful stationary because I know how much you love handwritten notes and letters and the distinct, personalized sentiment they capture, especially after all the typing you do for work, but you're going to have to forgive me, Babe. I'd be fast either way, but if I'm being real, I probably won't be able to read what I write to you, and the only time I'm writing by hand these days is when I'm calculating impact angles of blood stains at the scene of a crime, so maybe typing is my formal, more romantic favor to you.
