READING
The best man's speech
Good evening, everyone. For those who don't know me, I'm Oskar, and I've been best friends with Teo since we were nine — which means I'm responsible for him this evening, and I'd like to apologize in advance to the hotel for that.
Teo. Where do I start? At school, this man was famous for two things: being brilliant at maths and being terrible at absolutely everything involving his own body. He once broke his arm playing chess. I still don't fully understand it, and I was there.
He's always been afraid of exactly three things: spiders, dancing in public, and asking for help. You'll see him fight all three tonight, possibly at the same time. But he's never been afraid of hard work — and if you've ever argued with him about films, football or the correct way to load a dishwasher, you'll know he's never been afraid of being wrong, either. Loudly, confidently wrong.
Now, Mei. Mei, we are all so fond of you, and honestly, still a little surprised by you. When Teo told me he'd met someone who was interested in his rock collection — genuinely interested, asking questions — I told him to marry you immediately. It took him four years, because, as we've established, he's afraid of asking for anything.
I'll be serious for thirty seconds. Teo, I'm proud of you. I've watched you grow from a boy who laughed at every serious moment into a man I depend on — the person I called first when my dad was ill, the person who drove four hours without being asked. And Mei — he talks about you when you're not there. Constantly. We're all quite tired of it, actually. Don't ever stop being the thing he can't stop talking about.
So — please stand, raise your glasses, and get ready for the moment Teo has been looking forward to and dreading in equal measure: the dancing. To Teo and Mei — may you always be kind to each other, may you never argue about the dishwasher, and may you always be as happy as you are tonight. To the bride and groom!