The 8th of December 2005

Two years from today, and I shall marry my love.

All I see is her smiling face,
On her perfect day.
Heavy nerves masked but unrecognised beauty.

I see both.

Radiating excitement as she glides towards me,
This is it!

The words I speak, she hears.
Her breath is taken away and a tear befalls her eye.
A tear of joy.

Numerous oceans we have crossed.
The harshest of waters, at times,
But still we stand there together.

The feeling between us is divine,
Unknown to me until she stepped into my life,
like a fairy sprinkling her love upon my world.

We hold hands,
I lift her veil and her face lightens even the darkest corners of the room,
Her blue eyes sparkle and I can’t help but stare,
Falling into them for what feels like an eternity.
There is something between us which is immense.

We have given ourselves to each other.

The 8th of December 2006

A year from today,
I won’t be marrying my love.

Infact, we will be further apart then, than we are right now.

A year can change someone so much.

So can a broken heart.

Even more so, some might say.

I often wonder if and how I could be so blinded by a vision of perfection, when in reality, what was seen may never have existed in the first place.
Regardless,

Part of her will always be with me.

Part of me will be forever hers.

However, December the 8th 2007 will be a day like any other.