The Wedding Part 1

It was a fine evening. The sixth of May to be exact. The Sun was just showing off His Glory and the Moon was playing Hide-and-Seek. The Atmosphere just played Cupid to their romance. And I stood there still as a cold figure, gazing at her. She was standing in front of me, looking at me and I was looking at her eyes. I don't remember when was the last time I looked at them, but it seemed forever. It feels like it has been a while since I tried to look into them. Face is the index of the Mind, but the Eyes are the Keys to the Heart. More than her physical Beauty, I wanted to really comprehend Her Inner Beauty, because Appearances are deceptive. Her Eyes, like Blue Sapphires, were screaming, trying to tell me something. I wanted to understand the Real Face behind the Mask.

Eyes, tear-drained with every tear, blood-stained and an ocean in itself, I wish I could drown in it. Her past, the people who hurt her, her pain, it was difficult to see through the broken mirror to see who she was. It's like her every hair of her eyebrow could tell stories of temporary people who left her with scars. For a minute, I got lost. Lost in the closed doors and solitude cells. Such was her past. But it's all over now. As she looked in mine, I wondered what stories mine would have said. The scorning, anger, I wonder if she had felt that. Now I held her face with my palms, I looked her in the eyes. They tell a different story. A Story of expectations. A Story of Dreams. A Story of Sleepless Nights and Safe and Sound sleep. Acoustic Singing and Everlasting Talks. Now that she is mine. As I still kept looking into her eyes, I whispered "I Do". She smiled. Oh my God! That Killer Smile. I could look at that Forever.

Then the Priest said "Now you may kiss the Bride".