I'm yours

There, behind the curtains, I wait, in angelic white. I’ve seen you a million times before but waiting to see you now feels different. The wait somehow seems longer. My heart thumps out of my chest and screams into my ears that it can’t wait any longer. I know you will be there waiting for me and in that moment when my eyes will meet yours as I see you there, I wonder if it will feel the same way it did till now. I can hear the clock ticking and each passing second makes me fall deeper in love with you. 

In the distance, I hear the sound of the organ as the processional starts and when I picture you walking down the aisle from the other side, it makes me want to come in there, running to you. Don’t worry, I won’t. Just a little more of this waiting and then I wouldn’t need to wait anymore. Thinking about you makes me weak in my knees and I nervously clench at my corsage. The bridesmaids start walking and as I walk in behind them, I see all the people who are standing in there for us. All the love that’s welcoming me as I walk past them, but my eyes still long to get lost in yours. As I make my way slowly down the aisle, my eyes finally meet yours.


I walk up to you and we stand there lost in each other. You take my hands into yours and your touch makes my heart melt away in an instant. You say all of your vows and wait for me to say mine. I’ve been ready for this for my whole life but now when I stand here with you, it somehow feels harder to find the right words to tell you what I feel. One deep breath and I tell you everything my heart wants to. Well,  maybe almost. 


Everyone cheers as they hear what I say.  Yes, they can hear all I say, but they won’t understand what lies beyond these words. But when I say these words, I want you to see beyond these lines I speak, I want you to read my eyes and there, in between those words, you’ll find little pieces of my heart that I left for you, pieces which keep calling out for you.


Ornate chandeliers. Gorgeous red and white roses adorning every corner of the room. Glass walls that look over at the serene golds and oranges of the evening sky. The sun that looks like it is smiling as it sets in the ocean, leaving for us, a beautifully painted canvas to behold. This is exactly what I wanted for this moment. But, now that I’m here with you, all this serenity doesn’t seem to matter as much. I am lost in you and everything else just fades away into the distance. All that’s around me ceases to exist and the world my eyes see right now is just you. And when they do, I know in my heart, that you’re all I need. 


Just like the sun began to drown into the ocean’s love, I am and will be lost in you. I wish this moment would freeze forever in time.  And the moment the sun peeks at us, one last time before it leaves, I smile looking at you. I smile because I know, just like the sun is one with the ocean, I will be one with you. The faint breeze sings your love into my ears and I hope you hear mine too.


I’ve heard you say the three special words to me over a billion times and every time I hear you smile as you say those words, it makes me feel like nothing can sound better than this. But, in this moment, as I hear you smile when you say these different words, it feels enchanted. It feels like your embrace, it feels like your love piercing my heart. It feels so good to be wrong, it feels magical. A tear rolls down my face as the sound of your voice etches itself into the depths of my heart and I smile like I've never smiled before. With every inch of my heart, I wish you’d feel just like I did as I say “I do”.


In this moment when these words left my throat, I see a beautiful smile creeping into those wonderful deep brown eyes of yours. I feel like I'm held captive between the curves of that smile. I whisper to myself, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep looking at this smile forever. 


I’ve kissed those lips a thousand times now, but this time, as I lean in to kiss you, I hope it’d remain this way forever. Yes, they can see us, but we’re the only ones who know how it feels beyond the surface, to be here with you. A million forevers with you is what I’d wish for, as long as I breathe. And every breath I take will whisper to you “I’m yours” just like yours does too. 

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