My wedding. Running around – Everyone rushing around me. This morning has been nothing but a blur. Nauseously, rushing around with each hour disappearing before it had even begun. I sit still pulled here and there for hair and makeup, but I drift off and ponder my future as a married woman and how this moment became. As I do my nerves seem to fade as an intoxicating amount of excitement and love wave over me. I start to capture each moment: saving it forever in my memories.
Instantly I'm captured in the magical day we first met. Butterflies flutter round me like the speed of light. I was compelled forward by unexplainable forces towards the restaurant, towards my future! When I finally entered, I sensed the luscious smell of extraordinary dishes, with each one looking better than the last, which helped distract my racing mind. I observe the conversing happening around me. Families, friends and acquaintances creating and strengthening bonds through this singular shared moment.
I wait. Waiting in anticipation. The longer I sit there waiting the apprehension dissects and devours my every thought piece by piece. In that moment I could have never envisioned what these solitary and seeming meaningless moments could have resulted in. I never knew I could have such love, happiness and admiration towards him. My life fitted like a jigsaw, almost like a fairy-tale, but my fairy-tale. The night was perfect we chatted and chatted as if we'd known each other for an eternity, not knowing we were about to embark on knowing each other an eternity (as if like a cliché love story). We were so in sync.
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The First Look
Short StoryThis is a short story about a couple reminiscing about the first time they met and the event which led them to this moment as they are preparing the morning of their wedding. Although they have different perspectives of the same event it has led the...
