Kissed by Destiny

She was walking down the aisle, surrounded by the ocean. She was smiling, trying to contain her excitement, watching her feet stepping on the red velvet carpet.

At the end of the pier in front of the setting sun was standing he. In a white suit with a rose on his collar and black pants, he was staring at her. Her white dress and bright pink shoes. Closing to him. Getting nearer to his heart. Feeling her getting closer and closer. The wonderful view was just a blurred background. In his vision was only she. His heart was going to burst. He has never felt this happy before. Is it real? Can it be true? Does he deserve to be happy? Does he deserve her? Is he capable of making her happy?

 He dreamed of her years before they met. He was thinking about her all the time. She was his motivation, his muse to keep working on his film career. He became one of the most successful film directors because of her. Just to meet her. His angel. He was praying for her to God for days, weeks, months, and years to have the chance to touch her. He has read that a person cannot see or touch an angel because they will perish to dust off the energy they express. But he did not care. Even if he had to burn to ashes, he was decided to reach her.

She was approaching the steps. He was feeling warmer and warmer. The decisive moment was getting closer and closer. She took her white dress and climbed the few steps, standing in front of him. She took her veil and looked into his eyes. His breath stopped. He could not move. He could only observe.

Her smile and white teeth. Her big rose lips. Her dimples. Her short nose with an upturned tip. Her freckles. Her beautiful deep chestnut brown eyes. Her brown shining hair was tied in a bun. A few strands in front of her face were hanging caressed by the wind. The priest's words were in the background. They were repeating what was said by him with a small "I do "at the end.

"Now, you may kiss the bride."

 He put his hand around her, pulling her closer to him. Feeling her warm breath. Her smell of jasmine. The other hand he put in her hair. His lips collided with hers. Two universes became one. A soul touches a soul. A mortal touches an angel.