"Are you ready?" My Father whispered with a reassuring smile, he tucked his right arm through my left and placed his free hand gently over my forearm, giving it a little squeeze. Closing my eyes I could feel my heart in my throat, my lungs aching for air that just wouldn't reach my lips. Blood gushed through my veins rapidly and I was afraid everyone could hear it if they listened closely enough, but to my relief the music started dancing through the grass, chairs, people and sky, obscuring ears from the fear richochetting through my body. “I'm...ready” I wheezed back and inhaled slowly in staggered stages, feeling my lungs collapse in gratitude for the oxygen.
Suddenly, I could feel the force of my Fathers arm in my mine pulling me forward and before I had time to think we were walking. In attempts to control my nerves and ignore the burning sensation of a hundred eyes boring into my skin, I kept my eyes transfixed to the beautiful arch drenched with purple and teal flowers. Ribbons of similar shades twirled and spiralled towards the pristine white stage and some even shared kisses with the perfectly green blades of grass that were leaning up for a taste of infatuation. To say I had dreamed of this day a thousand times over would be an understatement, it was a burning desire of mine to be loved...just like this.
Half way down the aisle, that's probably when I allowed my eyes to fall on you. Catching my breath short I felt my heart fall from my throat back into my chest as you calmed my equilibrium, you were tantalizingly beautiful. Dark, brunette hair combed back perfectly, yet framing your face so effortlessly; wearing a suit with a smart teal tie to compliment my flower scheme. And those eyes, like dark oceans I was drowning in forever. I was completely and utterly in love with you, it was the kind of love that makes you feel drunk when sober, the kind of love that drives you crazy yet keeps sane and the kind of love that I was born to live for. Prevailing with you was never a dream to me, it was reality, it was my life. You smiled at me, I remember, but there was an undertone of sadness as I finally reached the alter and the music danced slowly to a stop.
Before he lifted my veil, I took one last look at you, there in the front row watching, one last glance under the protection of my netting in order to allow myself to feel regret one last time. And then he kissed me.
Suddenly, I could feel the force of my Fathers arm in my mine pulling me forward and before I had time to think we were walking. In attempts to control my nerves and ignore the burning sensation of a hundred eyes boring into my skin, I kept my eyes transfixed to the beautiful arch drenched with purple and teal flowers. Ribbons of similar shades twirled and spiralled towards the pristine white stage and some even shared kisses with the perfectly green blades of grass that were leaning up for a taste of infatuation. To say I had dreamed of this day a thousand times over would be an understatement, it was a burning desire of mine to be loved...just like this.
Half way down the aisle, that's probably when I allowed my eyes to fall on you. Catching my breath short I felt my heart fall from my throat back into my chest as you calmed my equilibrium, you were tantalizingly beautiful. Dark, brunette hair combed back perfectly, yet framing your face so effortlessly; wearing a suit with a smart teal tie to compliment my flower scheme. And those eyes, like dark oceans I was drowning in forever. I was completely and utterly in love with you, it was the kind of love that makes you feel drunk when sober, the kind of love that drives you crazy yet keeps sane and the kind of love that I was born to live for. Prevailing with you was never a dream to me, it was reality, it was my life. You smiled at me, I remember, but there was an undertone of sadness as I finally reached the alter and the music danced slowly to a stop.
Before he lifted my veil, I took one last look at you, there in the front row watching, one last glance under the protection of my netting in order to allow myself to feel regret one last time. And then he kissed me.