I don't see myself in a long white dress, with a matching veil and pretty pink cheeks. I don't see myself in little white shoes I want to take off as soon as possible or wearing a lacy little garter that serves no purpose other than tradition. I don't see myself posing in pictures I'll hardly ever look at, or waiting in line to return gifts I already have or don't want or need. I don't see any of these things because I don't understand them. What I do see is spending my time with someone who understands why I don't want those things and won't pressure me into thinking I should. What I see is knotted hands woven together at sunset and two sets of old eyes squinting at the remaining light before crawling into bed.