Cold Feet: A man and a woman with different views were just two halves looking for a way to become One...

Viola

I'm in love with love and I love couples who are in love. They are my bread and butter after all but that's not why I love them.

I love it so much that I became a wedding planner. Watching couples young and old committing their lives to each other is something that's just so special. No couple is the same. There's something different about all of them that makes each one special.

I never get tired of seeing couples stare lovingly into each other's eyes as they plan, prepare and execute their wedding ceremony pledging their undying love to one another for the rest of their lives.

I haven't got there yet myself but watching other couples keeps my dream of finding Mr. Right alive. But life doesn't always see things the way we dream of them turning out. It sure didn't see it my way when he crossed my path.

Rick

I don't believe in love.

If it really exists why are there so many broken relationships and people in the world? Not that I care… about the broken relationships I mean. After all, they are my bread and butter. After all, people lay the foundation for the demise of their marriage with prenups designed to protect their assets. Marriage gives couples the right to punish each other when they don't want to be together anymore for whatever reason.

So, when anyone tells you that it starts with a wedding they're wrong. It starts with a lawyer. And if it ends… well, it ends with a lawyer too. Funny that.

Often, people that I work for before their wedding, come knocking on my door a few years down the line. Repeat business. So, love is great and it is for me but just not for me if you get what I mean.

When I met the wedding planner she was incensed at the thought that we might collaborate. Other planners have no issue with it. Why she should have, I don't get it. Normally I would just walk away but the universe seems to have other plans...

© 2021 Francois Keyser (Hljóðbók): 9781667006031

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Hljóðbók: 27 september 2021