The Wedding

My ears started ringing and numbness washed over me. I felt deceived by one I had loved with all my heart. I had never felt like this before; it was a distinct feeling of anguish. He had come into my life to leave me. I knew it from the start when he used to make empty promises. I was stumbling through the air trying to grab something, anything to break down my fall. My heart had always been irrational and I knew it. But at this moment my mind stopped accepting wisdom and rational thoughts were nowhere near me. I was staggering and constantly tripping on my dress as I started to run, away from the crowd and away from the church. I was not in the limelight any more.

Colors flashing before my eyes and I could remember that earlier today it was my day. I had been waiting for this day for ages. I was heading towards the Saint Patrick's church in my mother's wedding dress; it was vintage but I still loved it. Elegantly dressed petite women with bouquets in their hands stood joyfully on the either side of the aisle. In front of me, on an elevated wooden platform stood a famous priest clutching a bible in hand. While behind me were pretty women, my bridesmaids; they all wore similar cocktail dresses and had sweet smelling Spanish bohemian beach inspired flower bouquets of the same shade. Everything was perfect and almost everyone had arrived except for my fiancé; my husband to be.

The few weeks of preparation just before the wedding are hard to forget. Both of us really loved the bohemian style wedding themes, so we really thought that our wedding could be themed in a similar way, except the fact that it was in a church. So we had to think of something unique. By getting inspiration and being creative, we started to come up with ideas that combined new trends and our own style. The colors we finalised for our wedding were mainly stonewashed green and coral combined with soft pink and white. I was so excited that I decided to order a three layered wedding cake which was to be decorated with flowers and sea elements made from the edible cake icing.

I asked Matias, if we could have a wooden pergola decorated with white fabric and flowers; he said that it was okay if it remained within the budget. He always talked about budget, but I was okay with that as long as he stood by my side. The wedding theme was defined and so I started contacting the vendors. I remember how he acted like he was busy and showed lack of interest. So I was left on my own; to do everything myself. The date was set, reservations made, advance paid and invitations sent. Everything was ready and I was expecting a splendiferous wedding.

Reminiscing the good old days, I remembered how we used to promise to curate a faithful relation with each other, to treat each other with great affection, to respect each other and most of all we promised to not break our family bond. He broke the bond even before our strings were tied in a knot. "He was a mistake, a mistake that I made." I screamed in pain while tears of guilt rolling down my eyes. I wish I had listened to the clear instructions of my dad as he said, "a player cannot marry my daughter." I had fought with him then, disobeyed him not realising how truthful his words were.

The ring that I bought for Matias seemed to have no more importance. I stopped at the Commins and Co Jewellers to return the meaningless piece of platinum and diamond which was moulded into a wedding ring for the groom. Wiping off my tears, I entered the shop. Standing in front of the cashier's counter was a gentleman in tux. As soon as he turned to leave, his eyes caught mine. My eyes started filling up with tears of fury, anguish and contentment all at once. I wanted to curse him yet I loved him. I threw the ring in his direction and cursed him half heartedly. "You are not worthy of me," I screamed. He tried to calm me but I pushed him away.

At once he pulled out a ring from his pocket and I recognized it. It was the one I loved the most at the jewellery shop, but he could not afford it as the money was limited. At that very moment the ring answered all my questions. He was working extra hours just to buy the platinum ring embedded with diamonds and rubies which I had adored at the jeweller's shop. He dragged me out of the trail of my thoughts as I heard him say, "Will you marry me?" He bent down on one of his knee and I shouted, "Yes" with pleasure and elation as my destiny took me on a roller coaster ride, filled with a few thrills and hilarity.

"Will you ever leave me?" I asked. "I am here to stay with you forever," he replied with concern. As he removed the lock of hair from my face, I asked him "How long is forever?" I felt it; it was just this once, the second our lips met I realised how long forever is.

My wedding was not as glorious as I planned it to be but there was a certain beauty in its defiance. Now, the only problem was that I worry to much. Afterall he was not a mistake, he was my selection, my soulmate, my Matias.