Wedding jitters

I had a dream, it was the final quarter of last year. When I was still in that pendulum state of moving on from my ex-lover. But this isn’t about my ex-lover.

I was with my friends, and we drove north to a far away place, somewhere I still do not quite recognize being into. It turned out to be some sort of a resort slash retreat center. But we weren’t there for a retreat. We were there to swim, I guess, a getaway. And I was there, apparently, with my ‘honey’. We clung to each other like newlyweds, I was holding his hand and remember feeling blissful. We walked and talked, we didn’t kiss. I remember admiring his face , looking at it long enough to have unraveled the imperfections there is. I remember loving him, nevertheless. We promised marriage to each other.

Then I woke up. I did not remember his face, not even the friends I was with. Not even the dress I was wearing or whether he had facial hair or not. Though I do remember the place, that it was atop of a mountain, that I was holding his hand, that I forgot to bring with me a pair of swimsuit, that we were walking along this walkway with LED lights hanging loosely around the vines. And I can still remember my heart pounding as he wrapped his arms around my waist, his warm touch ignited me.

It wasn’t my ex-lover, though, that I am sure of. God, am I thankful.

I remember all of this as I stood in front of the altar, my hands clasped around a bouquet of wildflowers, waiting as the man dressed in white was preparing. I looked at my left, he was a foot taller than me.

His face was luminous in my eyes, it was like ocean waves on a Sunday morning. He calmed me.

He smiled at me and my heart nearly exploded.

I then turned around and left him standing at the altar. I wasn’t running though, but was casually walking, eager to get out of there. Wedding jitters? I didn’t think so. He didn’t look surprised, though. No one seemed worried since they didn’t see me living the church, anyway.

I went to the back door of the church to find my sister already waiting for me.

20 minutes had passed and my sister was still redoing my hair and makeup. I told her to hurry because I might worry my groom. But she didn’t so I had to go back with my hair undone, with a hair clip still hanging loosely from the back. But I will not let my groom led into thinking I have changed my mind.

I saw him leaving the altar, with a worried look on his face. My heart melted. I didn’t want him to feel that way, and yet I still did. As he was approaching the back door, I wanted to kiss him. Right then and there, I wanted to marry him, at the back door, where my sister was fixing her things.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey, I’m sorry. Were they mad?”

“No, but we’re waiting for you. I thought-”

I cupped his cheeks and smiled. I wanted to tell him that he should not worry about me, any time of the day, and the days after the ceremony. But I needed not to tell this. We both must have already known this by then. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a hundred other people to witness our promise.

His hair was a mess. I watered my hands and brushed his hair back. Once we settled down, he held my hand and led me back to the aisle. I love him, I thought. And the dream I had before, though I can’t still quite remember his face, the feeling was rather the same. My heart was blazing.

We walked down the aisle and the people rejoiced.

I was sitting on a wheelchair.

I woke up.

THE END.