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I'm finally here mom, standing at the altar, staring deep into the eyes of my one true love. Ever since you died, I've been longing for the love that you and dad shared: the looks, the holds, the words. And here I am, ready for anything. Are you proud of me?
Today is the day, my day, our day. I'm getting married to Rose, my college sweetheart, and my saviour. She saved me from my past, she helped me through my loss, and she fixed my heart after heartbreak. And after all that I fell. Not into a black hole, nor a grave, but rather the ocean of her eyes; the dark misty glint of her beaming blue orbs. The light that lit the gloomy passageways of giving up. And here we are, about to get married to each other.
I am blessed to have her, to love and to hold forever and evermore. She was there when my world was falling apart and there was nothing else to hold onto. She was there when I was about to leave everything. She was there when I felt as though I had no importance to the world. And she showed me just how wrong I was. Rose helped me to get back on my feet and show the world who I truly am, and what I could become. Without her, I would be dead after cutting through the world of pain and confusion. After all that had happened, I was no longer depressed, she brightened up my whole world, without a care that in the process, she might fall too. Not only from hurt and heartbreak, but from love and longing.
I look around in awe... seeing all my family gathered on the left and all of Rose's family on the right. Some guests are already in tears - mostly being the females - and others are grinning happily at the scene of the union. We have spent the last four years together, two of which we lived in the same apartment. I started college at 20 years old, whereas she started college at 19, and after 6 months of being strangers, and another 6 months of being Engineering partners, we finally became the best of friends... until we fell.
Falling isn't as painful as it may sound, as long as you have your significant other to catch you. I had to learn that the hard way, by falling for the wrong person. But Rose came into my life to pick me up and be my shoulder to lean on. I helped her with babysitting, and she helped me with my fails, it was a win-win situation. After a total of two more years, we were closer than close, hanging out, going on dates, having runaway trips together. It was all fun and games, and we both enjoyed each other's company as if it were the last we'd see of each other.
With two years left of college, we had a joint decision of moving into an apartment together. We spent a total amount of three-and-a-half weeks looking for the perfect apartment to share. And it was, it turned out more than perfect. We even decorated it together ourselves. Everything was perfect... everything is perfect.
In the church, in front of our families and friends, and facing my beloved wife-to-be, nothing could change this moment. I look towards the priest to see him start his speech, "Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Blake Myres and Rose Peterson in marriage. In the years they have been together, their love and understanding of each other have grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as one. They have come to realize the strength and power that they hold together as one, rather than as individuals. And to be here today shows the great determination between the two in order to hold their love until the end of time."
