The last sunset of the year finally takes its place at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden where I'm currently waiting for my bride. It's funny that as I watched the view, I'm standing here at the end of the isle thinking about the sunset as a pancake, you know, maple syrup melting over that fluffy yellowish pancake which is the sky.
“You seemed nervous, Stacia.” Harvey, my best man, said. “Sucks, hindi ka yata sisiputin ng bride mo.”
“'Wag ngayon, Mr. Smith. I know you look so dmn good on your tux but even with that makakatikim ka talaga sa'kin ng karate chop if you keep on teasing me.” I glared at him then he just raised both of his hands as if he's surrendering. “Listen, what if may nangyari sa kanya at hindi siya makakarating today? Hindi ko pa naman siya ma-contact kagabi.”
“Come on, you
