I imagine myself walking down the isle in my 6-inch dirty white plain suede heels, I am in tears but smiling genuinely and passionately. I'm holding a bouquet of roses: blue, yellow, red and white which was arranged to emit the Philippine flag.
My not so long and not at all fancy gown is plain white, no beads, no laces, no ribbons. It's a very simple one but gives justice to my unique beauty. My make up is nude and my lipstick is bloody red. My hair is tied neatly.
As I am walking, I see familiar faces of my dear ones. They're not too many but I know they're the ones who has come to celebrate with me and my better half.
As I step forward to the altar where a man in black suit lovingly stands smiling back at me.
I know he'd be the face of the first person I'll see when I wake up. He'd be same man who'd kiss my wrinkles and still the same man crying when I sleep inside the casket. [Well, that's if I pass away first.]
Without looking back, I step one more forward. And then, in a minute, I began to cry harder. My tears fell down more aggressive than the rain brought about by the typhoons in our country. Then I ceased to walk forward.
I cried and shook my head in disbelief. This can't be happening. This can't be.
I was so happy earlier but then everything was upside down. I could no longer see the faces of people. I was all in pain.
Damn, the 6-inch heel broke and fractured my feet. I felt like getting feet reflexology but it's about 100x more painful.
I collapsed and when I woke up, the priest was inside the hospital room with the man only still in black suit.
"Will you.." the priest asked but before he can complete his question. I said, "Yes"
"Okay, when?" he asked again.
"Right now!"
"All right, let's start." The priest said.
"Start what?"
"Your wedding"
Oh, I thought the question was will you accept him as your lawfully wedded husband?
Haha! Wa lang..
