A marriage is like a rose; a romantic keepsake having the combination of thorns and petals. The red hue of the petals symbolizes love, and passion and is soft to touch. The thorns that lay on the stem, however, represent adversity and sacrifice.
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I locked arms with my father, standing there with bated breath.
The ceremony I dreaded, had finally begun, and the flower girl, a little female from Zayden's family, had preceded me down the aisle.
I refused to look at the gathering in the church hall, fully knowing the contemptuous and worried glances which would fall upon me. I couldn't bare to see such sights and simply wanted this to be over.
The band began playing a different song, the bridal chorus.
So dramatic.
Why not rock music?
Drums, people?
Here came the day I never thought I'd experience in my life and before my soul had an opportunity to leave my body, I was walking down the aisle.
My eyes remained glued to the floor, half not wanting to miss a step and ruin my beautiful gown and the other half disinterested in acknowledging the people.
"She's young," I heard someone say.
I thanked the idea of having a wedding veil that shielded me from the curious stares of the guests.
In no time, we reached the altar and a strong feeling of reluctance arose within me.
I wanted to run away.
My protests died out in my mind when my father took my hand in his big ones that I had never fully felt before. I stared at the hand that belonged to me but wasn't in my control right now. The man, who I was being given away to, extended his hand.
"I trust you, Zayden," He whispered, his voice almost breaking.
My head zapped toward his in worry, but it was too late, for Zayden had already taken me to his side and I was slowly detached from my father. My father never showed me any love all these years, but why is it that I now want to go back to him?
I didn't dare to look up at Zayden, afraid of those eyes that were pitying me and piercing holes through my body right now.
He let go of my hand as the priest cleared his throat, "Dearly beloved, you have come together into the house of the church so that in the presence of the church's minister and the community, your intention to enter into marriage may be strengthened by the Lord with a sacred seal."
I didn't care about this silly ceremony.
He doesn't like me, why doesn't anyone see it?
"Zayden and Melina, have you come here to enter into marriage without coercion, freely and wholeheartedly?"
"I have," We both respond in chorus, but my voice is faint.
"Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live?"
