No Groom

Yet again, the day passes quickly. I feel off though. I can’t shake it. It’s a weird, sick feeling I have. I have to concentrate though. I check that the flowers are being delivered on time, so they can be set up. I check the reception area and make sure it is also ready. I double-check the RSVP numbers for the reception.

Everything crammed Wednesday and Thursday fly by. I am so busy, I have no time for anything really. I eat, plan and sleep. On Friday, Georgina and I spend the night relaxing, watching films. I can barely remember this week. It has gone by so fast.

“Still got that sick feeling?” she asks, looking at me. I had to tell her because I was struggling to eat. I nod. Nothing is making it go away.

“It has to be nerves then,” she smiles, but it makes no sense.

“How can you be nervous if you want something? It makes no sense at all.” I laugh.

“You're probably nervous about slipping and falling on your face.” She bursts into laughter at her own words.

“If that happens, the wedd