The sun is slowly rising, the waves are wild, the morning breeze is cold, the sands are white and fine as I walk slowly above them. There are people who are silently watching, our friends, families and acquaintances, witnessing this very day I've waited the most.
And the man I am going to marry is waiting in the altar with the priest. He's wearing a fine and expensive white tuxedo, a red and tiny flower is pinned in his chest, his white slacks complimented the tuxedo well. He's serious as he stares deeply at me as if he can't see the others now, just me alone.
His face is very vibrant and neat, his lips are curved with a sweet smile, his eyes are soulful and soft and they're now getting bloodshot. There's a soft melody being played by a group of two or three people with their violins.
