The Bride
By Cam
On the night we met, Seam fell hard… down a small flight of steps. Before she could come to her senses, I swooped in and got her number. Seam’s world was unlike anything I’d seen. Colour coded, alphabetised, and diarised. She was ultra competitive – particularly when it came to sleeping in. And had a hair-trigger laugh that went off like an air horn in a phone booth.
Thirteen years on Seam’s still a mystery to me. Wise beyond measure but incapable of basic maths. Small in stature but mighty in spirit. Unfailingly healthy but averse to a walk around the block. She’s also a fabulous cook, effortlessly stylish, and smells like gummy bears.
The Groom
By Seam
Cam’s always had a way with words. When we met in 2012, he introduced himself by asking me if the Tiffany pendant necklace I wore was the key to my house. At the time he was a musician, a vegetarian, didn’t own a car, and had a beard Abraham Lincoln would be envious of. I know what you’re thinking. I hit the jackpot.
He’s a man of many creative talents. A baker in a past life and a French-speaking traveller in another, but he’ll always remain a country boy. He’s hard to make laugh, easy to make chubby, and has a great head of hair. He’s a good saver and spends all our money on coffee, but he’s the only one with the key to my heart.