Vows

That was the happiest I'd felt in a long time. I spent time planning the wedding, stressing over every detail. Mikey, well, he told me not to worry so much, everything was going to be perfect. One night, I got so frustrated with his lack of interest and insistancy everything was going to be alright and 'perfect' I asked him why.

"Because," came his reply, not looking away from his work laptop, "I'm marrying the prettiest, smartest woman in the world. It doesn't matter if the wedding is big or small, perfect or a disaster, in the end I'm with the person I love."

After that you'd think I stopped stressing, right? Of course I was moved to tears, but I did not stop stressing about the wedding. If anything I stressed more, this had to perfect. Too bad that was pretty much impossible. I was sitting at my desk when I realized my wedding would never be perfect there was something missing, something crucial, something I'll never have: my parents.

My mother wasn't here to help with the wedding, try on dresses and fuss over napkin placements or seating arrangements. Father won't be there to walk his daughter down the aisle, give a speech or my first dance. They won't be there for this super important time in my life. Just like they won't get to hold their grandkids or watch them grow up.

As I was contemplating this, I was hunched over my desk, angry tears streaming down my face, sobs retching my shaking body. Everytime I thought I was alone and I was allowed to let myself feel as miserable as I did, Mikey came around and pulled me out of my pit of sorrow. He wiped away my tears and reminded me of everything pleasant.

Soon after all the planning and crying the wedding was underway. We wed on the beach, Mikey loved the beach, so did I. The day was crazy, the clock was ticking down. The morning the day of was slow then turned crazy. Friends pulled us apart. The dress I bought was beautiful. Long lace sleeves, white of course, a v neck top that accentuated my bust, the dress flowed around me like magic and the train was large. My veil was see through with frilly patterns over it, but it was clear enough for me to look down the aisle at the man I loved wearing a very handsome tux.

With each step I took, my heart drummed harder, faster against my chest. My grip on the rose bouquet tightened until my knuckles were white, and by the time I was facing Mikey my breath was coming out shaky. Before the preacher man started, Mikey bent down to whisper something in my ear. "You look stunning." I couldn't help but smile. He rose up and so we started. Most of what happened is engraved in my mind. As our preacher talked, everything Mikey and I have been through to get here ran through my mind. From hating the fickle flirt to loving the carrying man. I couldn't be happier and as I looked into his eyes and read his unspoken words, I knew he felt the same way.

"I was just walking around town," Mikey started his vows, quoting the words he spoke to me on the day we first met, "when fates would have it I stumbled upon your little flower shop. After seeing such a pretty sight, how could I not make you my wife." I chuckled, shaking my head at him. His words may not have seemed like much to everyone else, but to me they meant the world. Now it was my turn for the vows.

"Most people fall in love. They claim to never knowing how, or when, they started loving someone. That's not me, I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, willingly and with with open arms. You brought me out of a storm that day at the graveyard and you've been doing so ever since. You've stayed by my side and helped me grow. I believe our fates are made by the decisions we chose. No matter in what time, what life, world, or dimension, I would find you and walk into love with you all over again. I would choose you everytime." For the first time I saw Mikey cry. The tears glistened in his eyes, I smiled, having been crying myself as I spoke.

When the moment came to kiss me, Mikey slowly and carefully lifted up my viel. His fingers caressed my cheek. It seemed like those few seconds stretched out to an eternity as he inched closer and closer until the moment of fireworks. His lips hit mine and the world seemed to melt away. I knew in that moment that everything in my life was leading up to that moment. I never thought I could be more in love with him than I was in that moment. I was wrong.