Never forget that my heart is a husk

I don’t know if my view will ever change when it comes to the idea of me and marriage. It doesn’t change the fact that sometimes it’s awfully nice to be involved in someone else’s. On Saturday I got to enjoy the experience of seeing two of my good friends living it up in married bliss. I drank at least a bottle of red wine and I may even have shed some tears. Please do not forget that my heart will always be a husk.

In an age when so much seems to be on the dead-set path to destruction, it’s lovely to experience something loving and uplifting and joyous. I am very happy for the pair of them and know that it is the most exciting future that either of them could ever imagine but it won’t change the fact that my heart is a husk.