I walked down the aisle, with many hopes and my head held up high. I gazed at him and felt safe. Slowly, I imagined how my life was going to be like with him. It all just appeared right in front of me; a white picket fence and a garden full of flowers- lilies my favourite. Somehow my life was secured and everything felt like it was in order.
He took my hand and I walked up to the altar and we faced the priest. I had butterflies in my stomach. I've been waiting for this day my whole life; I just wanted it to be perfect. I never thought that it was going to be this nerve –wracking, though having him by my side made me calm and steady.
The Priest asked all family and friends who were present to give in a vow that they will always help protect our marriage, and with that I heard 101 voices praising lord's name and saying "aye" solemnly.
This was the exact moment that distanced me from what I had at present. The garden with the white picket fence seemed like a dream I had million years ago.
I was standing there in the middle of the altar, in front of god listening to those words I've been dying to hear. Not from Matthew, but from the person who I truly loved and took for granted just because I was scared to be with him.
He stood up in front of hundreds of people and gracefully spoke, that he loves me... and that he has always loved me, even the things that he doesn't like, but love. "I want you with me, I love you, and I think that you love me too." He continued and with that last line of his confession, time stood still. "Do I?" The question that had been haunting me for the past year finally confronted me in a way I would've never expected it to.
My heart sank. I woke up that day with my whole life ahead of me. However all I could think about was him and his deep ocean blue eyes. I couldn't stop smiling for one weird reason. I had never felt so happy and guilty at the same time. If only I wasn't confused...
....
3 weeks passed...
"You have got to try this, I made spaghetti... c'mon!!"
He said. I came home from a night shift only to find him in the kitchen; cooking. Lovingly, I held on to him while he was grating the cheese. "What's the matter Mrs. Avery..." he asked and I didn't have any complaints. I felt as if I was the luckiest person alive."A champagne supernova in the sky..." I thought to myself, and I was content.
