There

We last spoke 9 years ago. The day she left. The day she worked somewhere else. It's quite strange at how it just felt like nothing now. But hey, that's growing up.

But, things changed. We met suddenly one day and. 

And...

We're here now, and I feel so nervous.

It's so strange. So, so strange at how I'm standing here. So strange how we're both here today, and I really have to focus. 

I have to keep myself composed. What if I don't say the right things? What if I get it all mixed up? What if they all laugh!?

I have to breathe..

Breathe Parker. Try to remember, go back and recall every scent of coffee, every color of tie, every sticky note, every word, every feeling, that was part of your everything, ten long years ago.

You can do this Parker. I whisper inaudibly. As people started to crowd in with their suits, and fancy dresses, a meandering chit chatter filled the once quaint room. I get the jitters again and feel like I'm walking on air, kind of, well more like swimming in air.

And in such a sudden motion, with an introduction of a key in b flat, the room suddenly stood still. I could feel like my heartbeat was the only thing that could be heard. Well, good thing the music was louder. 

Wooden doors swung open suddenly as I see a face so so familiar that I could still note where creases and laugh lines were once absent.

A dress so definitely white that cotton and silk would cry and shy away in embarrassment. She smiled, that definite, clear smile, and if I could, I would shed a tear. But, that would be unbecoming of me. I must compose myself. I must stay calm. And I must wait my chance. Almost there Parker, just a few more seconds.

Finally, she reached her destination. A long wait to finally find a small part of the perfect moments life has to offer. I see the tears well up in her eyes, and a nod from her is what would start everything. What will start her everything.

"Dearly beloved, friends, family, and those who have supported these two for years. We are all gathered here today, to stand witness as they are to proclaim their love, their devotion, their faithfulness, to us, and to He who has blessed them."

And with those words said, I start the program. I was standing in front of her that day, not beside her.

I would always be Parker, but like the comic, in the end, Parker never did end up with Watson, that's just how love works sometimes.

She finally found what she needed in someone, the stability she definitely needed, I suppose that too was absent from me. But hey. She's happy now, and that's all that mattered. They exchanged vows, great ones at that, and there, I did shed a tear. Indeed a love drawn from perfection blooms perfection.

And with my words, the final words everyone had been waiting for, "With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride, for the first time good sir." The cheering never really stopped after that.

It was a speed run to the reception and so many familiar faces had passed me by, and I could tell age caught up with me these past ten years as memory could not produce their identities as rapidly as before. I quickly sat at my designated spot at the long table, grabbed the inhaler from my back pocket and took a puff.

"Things don't change do they Parker? Or should I say, Pastor Parker?" A giggle, once a common tune to me followed her saying that.

"I'm asthmatic Watson, that won't really change, that's how I am." I replied snappily as I inhaled deeply once more.

Taking a small notepad from the inner pocket of my coat, I jotted down a few details of the reception, well before everything with the program started. "Still write poetry?" She asked quizzically.

"Pretty much, but after the third book, I keep much of it on my blog." I replied calmly. "But, this is not for a poem, I just like the reception's theme." I smiled as I looked at her hold back a laugh.

"Ohhhhh! I know what this is for! So, when is your turn?" She, holding her excitement asked quickly.

"Well, we're planning for mid November. Church is pretty busy and, I have a lot to do." I started to ramble on as I saw her shake her head a bit.

"Quite a blessed lady she will be." She said as she smiled widely.

"If anything, I'd say I'm the blessed one, more so than she is anyway." I ended with a shy laugh.

"All of us think that Parker. Reception is starting though, relax and eat, I know you're hungry." She giggled once more as she walked away slowly.

I saw her husband, I waved, nodded, and gave a thumbs up, he laughed and gave me back two as he mouthed a 'thank you'. After a good six months of stress I finally could relax and watch a new couple celebrate their love. They just took in the whole night and we, we were just fortunate to be there with them.

I was pretty tired as I walked out of the hotel, a lot of the guests actually read and had my poetry books with them. Never really got used to that. So a little crowd formed around me after the dancing and talking died down. But, now I was out I could finally do what I had needed to.

I quickly took out my phone and right on cue, a call started to come in. "Hello?" I answered, trying to hide the tiredness in my voice.

"Hey honey, so got any good ideas for a mind blowing reception?" A dainty, lovely voice spoke through clearly.

"Honey, you know me, I have all the details here. Tell you over dinner at your mom's next Tuesday?" I continued on excitedly, losing all exhaustion as I spoke.

"Okay. I love you and I'll see you there!" Still giddy like a teen, well we both knew we were definitely further than those years than we'd ever been.

"Yep, I love you, and I'll see you there." I sighed as the call ended, but hey, I'll be there soon as well.