The Lord is being generous to us as it is a beautiful twilight. The sky is just starting to turn a velvety shade of violet and the stars are showing one by one, giving an amazing contrast against the darkness. I think my eyes are toying with me but I look at that those heavenly jewels and they are forming somewhat a calligraphic representation of your first name's initial.
The entire garden is a breathtaking replica of Garden of Eden. Flowers of different sizes and colors which are all my favorites are surrounding the aisle and the altar. Calmly, the wind is blowing thus, diffusing the sweet smell of jasmine and freesia. Noticeably, a bed of these delicate buds embraces the podium where we will both stand and declare our union in front of them.
Everywhere, people are starting to flock in groups chattering cheerfully while finding their designated places, all obviously excited. They are the ones who witnessed how our love grew like a little sapling; believed that we would make it through and reminded us of how important we are to each other when everything starts to fall apart.
As I look around, the music begins to play a sweet background tune. It makes my heat pound with glee as it reminds me of the day we first met. Ah, the time when I first laid my eyes on your honey-colored irises. From that moment on, I knew I wanted you to be mine. But then, I thought it was impossible for someone like me to be with a perfect person - inhumanly beautiful, someone too good to be true. And never have I imagined I would end up here on this very moment.
Slowly, I descend on this fairy tale-like carriage, dressed in an elegant white garment made in the finest satin and thoroughly embroidered with sequins and pearls. My mane is stylishly fixed to hold a very priceless tiara that has been in the family for generations. A white translucent trail longer than any I have seen starts flowing as I walk is pinned gently at the back of my head. I may not be wearing a pair of glass slippers but I can surely give Cinderella a run for her money as I parade on shoes designed only for me with real rubies and gems. My mother who is still in awe lavishly decorated me with diamond earrings and necklace. As I glanced at myself a moment before my departure, I cannot help but feel very special and confident as these garment and ornaments enclose my frame that I will soon submit only to you.
At last, there you stand looking dashing more than ever. No words can describe how striking you are that looking at you for even a couple of seconds causes me to flutter and blush. On that step, you patiently wait for my arrival, suited up in a matching color ivory attire of a true modern gentleman. That hair you are often frustrated about for being "curly and a wild" is neatly trimmed, combed and gelled. People may not notice, but I know you are very anxious seeing that one of your hands is inside your pocket, a habit of yours I happen to recognized after being with you for quite some time. Yet you are already used to covering up what you feel with a facade of your cool composure. And then you see me, suddenly your face lights up flashing your flawless smile making me grin like a love struck youth in return. Oh my love, you are indeed the epitome of perfection.
My hands are beginning to tremble with nerve, my head spinning with mixed emotions, my stomach twisting with anticipation. I never knew it is possible to endure different fervor at once. Only God knows how hard I am trying to restrain myself from unlocking my caring father's grip on my arm and run towards you. It occurs to me if other brides start to get annoyed with the long and slow procession to meet their grooms. Clumsy as I am, I almost forgot a step. Nobody really acknowledged but I know somehow you noticed since you gave me your infamous coy wink.
It feels as if I am walking for hours; nonetheless, you wait just like you always do. What feels like forever vanishes completely now that I am facing your angelic likeness. All of sudden, it seems that we are the only ones left. The entire world disappears as I feel shamefully not guilty for not caring if everyone is weeping because of joy, rejoicing or just staring. All that matters is that I am with you and we belong together.
