sydney time

I actually hate weddings because even though I can wear what I want, I still get the questions of why don’t I wear a dress because I’m a girl, I still get the looks from random strangers at the bigger weddings and I’m always the only female in a suit. For some reason, ‘I don’t like dresses’ is not the answer people want to hear. The thing is, I could wear a dress, and I’d probably rock it too, because people look fantastic in dresses, but then I’d have to wear uncomfortable heels, I’d have to find a jacket that goes with the dress in case it gets cold, I’d have to find a bag to put my stuff in, I’d have to accessorise, I’d have to deal with people being all shocked that I’m in a dress, I’d feel overwhelming anxiety for being in a dress and life is just too stressful to think about all these things! So let me just wear my suit and get on with life. 


“My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?”
That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. “What about them?
“The color,” he breathed. “When you stand in the light. They’re amazing … like molten gold. I could paint those …” He reached toward me but then pulled back. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.