The Wedding


United States
35° 32' 9.1104" N, 97° 44' 30.012" W

Black tux, blue tie; dyed to match his eyes, two groomsmen by his side. I look up and see a tear upon his cheek, when I meet his eyes we are both surprised to see each other finally, because we are meant to be. My dress is white, like the new fallen snow. I'm finally at the alter when I reach for his hand and see his arm is also extended towards me. When we finally connect, hand to hand, the electricity is as intense as a thunderstorm but sweet like the slow rain. We share our vows: simple and sweet, and then our lips connect, the fireworks blossom and we both realize from now on its: "You plus me equals forever".


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