Latching On
You move forward; nothing held back; with the determination of ending the journey of loneliness by writing “The End” at the end of the chapter together with someone that you choose.
“Finally, it would end, finally.” as you uttered under your breath with him waiting at the end of altar while you clutching on the beautiful bouquet of purple roses. Step by step as your dad usher you as you walk in through the door earlier with everyone stand and looks at you mesmerizingly.
“Speak now or forever hold your peace.” preached the Father as you look deep into his eyes and suddenly it hits you.
The date.
It is not yours to begin with. It is not his to begin with. It is not with him you want to spend your time entirely with.
It hits you. His smile, his laugh, his eyes, the way he look at you, the voice of him when he sang to you, his warm touch when he hold you tight, his patience when you cursed at him and he assured you that he stay; no matter what.
It is him; all this while; it is him.
Not the person who standing right next to you; but him.
This date; that you chose; was his birthday. His date; not yours. This ceremony should not exist to begin with. It should be him and you; together celebrating his birthday with a Lang Leav : The Universe of Us poetry to end it with.
It is him; all this while; it is him.
Not the person who standing right next to you; but him.
Suddenly, while immersing in the thoughts; all eyes including the person in front of you focusing on you.
Why are all of them looking at you that way? Did you did something? Did the thought slip through? Are they waiting for me?
And you clutched on the bouquet tighter; your eyes starts to fill with tears; it ends here and the memories has startled you to begin with.
“Yes, I do”.
Photo Credit : Alexa Sheryl Photography
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