The Wedding of the Century

It was a really wonderful day for a wedding. At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the weather wasn't too hot nor was it too cold as all of the guests started to show up at his parents' rest house that is directly in front of a beach. The news says it is going to rain at around 7 o'clock in the evening which is the best thing that would be happening to me. People think the rain is sad and it changes the mood but my parents have always said I was different. I loved the rain, especially at night. I belonged with the thousands of droplets of water trying to come back to earth. I am happy out there and everybody knows, it might just be a coincidence that the happiest day of my life will be blessed with rain. 

Here I am at 2:01 in the afternoon, standing in front of my beautiful dress crying of joy because I knew I spent countless nights under the stars and I might have spent all of my 11:11 wishes just so he would finally love me the way I love him. I knew I spent thousands of tears everytime he is with another girl that I know who will always take him for granted. But here I am now, in an upstairs room staring out at the pool of people dressed up in spring green. They remind me of the first leaf that fell on his shoulder the day he got his first job as an architect in a firm. I remembered how I loved how much his eyes lit up when he read that email to me while we were both sitting on a bench in our favorite park. 

I remember the first day I met him. He walked like he owned the school and every step he took was precise. The way he walked made me hate him before I even got to know him. It was in freshman year when he came up to me and told me that my first 5 answers of the test were wrong. I did not even know him and he comes in telling me I was wrong when I spent sleepless nights studying for the exam. Before I could even give him a sarcastic remark he just smiled the most heartwarming smile that took all of my sarcastic remarks away. He was just messing with me, he thought I was always too happy so he thought maybe I could never get mad. I could not even say anything, he said his goodbye and left. And you know what? He actually had me at goodbye.

10 years later and the butterflies in my stomach still flutter, my heart still skips a beat and my knees still wobble at the sight of him. He still has that effect on me. He still makes me want to throw myself off of the bridge when he cries and makes me want to kiss him the moment he says my name. 

Based on the wall clock right above the mirror I am sitting in front of, it is already, 3:00 in the afternoon and one more hour to go and I am finally walking down the aisle and another few minutes more for me to finally kiss him. One more hour left and I can not stop myself from crying. I knew I should've gone with that waterproof makeup. I did not even have to say a word, my girl best friend wiped everything away and applied the waterproof makeup to conceal the crying baby I was.

Oh, I remember the first time I saw him cry. It was in the sophomore year when we got closer and one day he came to me crying. I was late for class for the fourth time that month so I was sent to detention. Him, being his weird self, thought life was easier with me. He decided to get himself into trouble by cursing in front of the teacher and got sent to detention with me. We were to clean the bleachers when I ended up with the one cleaning and him not even showing up. When I was done with the cleaning, he finally came in. I was going to rant at him when I saw his eyes swelling and were red from crying. He walked towards me and hugged me tightly. My heart broke when I saw his eyes of amber and onyx with tears that could dangerously fill the Pacific Ocean. How can someone break a heart as fragile as his? For weeks, he refused to smile even his eyes refused to shine. It has become my mission since then, to take care of his heart.

Someone tapped me on my shoulder and I realized an hour has gone by. At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, I am now standing in front of the door that would finally lead me to the man I love. This was everything I had hoped for and more. At 4:03, The doors opened and I am finally walking down the aisle. I saw everybody from high school, the friends that saw how much I love this guy. But I could not see any friends from college and I could not care less, I could not even give anybody a smile because there was only one person who I could smile to at the moment. And he’s the one who was smiling back at me, waiting at the altar. At 4:05, I reached the end of the aisle and he held out his hand for me. I took it and he pulled me closer, he then whispered, “Thank you for everything! This is not possible without you.” With that, he kissed my forehead and I walked towards my seat. At 4:06, I arrived at my seat and a familiar song started to play, a special song recognized by every girl that has learned how special this moment can be. I never hated this song so much in my life. At 4:07 I watched as a tear escaped from his eye, looking at the most beautiful girl in the room and it was not even me. She was floating in a white dress, wearing a white veil, walking towards the man I love. At 4:10, she was finally beside him and I hadn't realized those were the worst 10 minutes of my life. I looked at the both of them and my heart clenched with pain as my eyes started to moisten. I realized he was my north star, he gave me directions when I could not even find a single one but I was only his fleeting shooting star. His heart that I tried so much to protect ended up with the girl who broke it in the first place. Now I wish all of these is a dream. But at exactly 5:09 in the afternoon, the rain started to pour and I've realized why people saw the rain as something sad, it was melancholic, it made you think of all those memories, and it was slow, it was not even noisy, it gave you all of the silence to think of everything. It touched your skin one droplet at a time only making you miss the warmth of his hug that once upon a time gave you the comfort of home.  But the rain got me differently, it will always remind me of the day my heart was crushed and was turned into tiny pieces and I had to keep it all in because this was his happiness and I had to give this to him at least and it did not stop the ceremony because apparently, she liked the rain too and apparently, he purposely chose this wedding date because he wanted to surprise her and who did he consult with this? Well me of course, the best friend. But I wanted to be the girl with the white dress, I wanted to be the most beautiful girl in the room, I wanted to be the one getting married to him. I wanted to be the one exchanging vows with him. And I know I might have used up all of my 11:11 wish from wishing he'd finally love me the way I love him and I might have tossed all of my coins in the well just beside this rest house but please can I just have this? Just this once, can I just have him?

At 5:10, here I am under the rain, soaking myself as I try to walk away from the ceremony. I sat on the sand with my soaked spring green dress. I can't have him, who am I kidding? He was never mine. Because at 5:20 in the afternoon no matter how much I close my eyes, she is still the one with the white dress, standing beside the only man I've only loved and exchanged "I do"s with him under what once was my favorite kind of rain. At 5:30, the rain did not stop but the ceremony did end, we changed our clothes into shorter dresses with the same color and big tents were put up. At 6:30, it was already dark out and the tent lights were on when I have decided that I had to be happy because he was because he finally was. At 6:41, I saw the both of them dancing in the middle of the dance floor and I realized that everything that is supposed to happen is happening right now but not to me. At 7:30 pm they both left for their honeymoon riding an old BMW which of course was my favorite car again. What a wedding, all of the details were perfect, it was the wedding of the century that tore my heart into tiny little pieces.