Beginnings are the Endings

Ten years.
It's been ten years now since the last time that my eyes have seen your face.

It was the wedding that I had imagined over and over again. The white flowers adorning the sides, the red carpet contrasting the white lace dress I was wearing, the stained glass reflecting the multicolored splashes on the marble floor. And you.

There you are at the end of altar, smiling. Your cheeks are wet with tears as you looked as dashing as ever. I was there too, smiling with tears brimming my eyes.

I'm ready.

The bells ring. The flower petals fall on us. And so does the tears.

I watch you kiss your bride.