sadness // djh

l o v e

dan, you asked me to move in with you and phil after just 4 months after our reunion.

at first i said that wasn't necessary, i have my own place.

i also felt bad for phil, i'm sure he doesn't want another person in the house.

but after more persuasion by you, and phil convinced me he'd love to have me, i moved in.

there was no extra bedroom so i stayed in your room; in your bed; with you.

and after 22 years of keeping my v-card on me, i finally lost it the first night i moved in.

quick, but i can't imagine being with someone else.

you told me you'd had a couple set-up dates when we weren't together.

i wasn't mad, it was to be expected.

one night, about 6 months after i moved in, you told me you had a surprise.

you blindfolded me and led me somewhere.

when i took the blindfold off, i was in tears.

you had set up our wedding in a beautiful english garden in a nearby park.

i didn't even know you had been doing this, but i guess that was the point.

"violet, your mum is in that building over there with your dress..." you smiled cheekily and pointed. "i'm going home to get my tux."

and he ran back home and i headed towards the building he had pointed at.

after several agonizing hours of spending time getting ready with my mother and dan's mother, we were finally ready.

they told me all the guests were already outside; even dan, and that all i had to do now was process and say my vows.

my mother cried when she hugged me.

she told me she loved me a million times.

"okay, mom."

and her and mrs. howell left the building to find their seats in the garden.

i heard the music playing from the window.

that's my cue.

i couldn't help but smile as i walked towards my soon-to-be husband.

i can't believe i'm gonna be mrs. howell.