First Dance
Breathtaking.
You are simply breathtaking as you walk towards me, elegant in that long dress you decided on three months ago. You spent so much time looking for that dress (what color is it even? Ocean green, you said once, while longingly stroking it with your free hand), almost crying when you finally found it.
I am almost crying seeing you in it. So beautiful with the light shining down on your jet black hair, making it seem impossibly dark. I can’t help but smile, watching as the dress brings out the green in your normally blue eyes, your radiant smile making my heart skip a beat (or two).
People are surrounding us, possibly applauding and cheering for us. Knowing our friends and family, they are probably screaming congratulations and unrelated things at us, but I don’t hear any of it. I see only you in front of me. Your hair falling down the one side of your neck, curled and so perfect.
And then I hear it. The first tones of the guitar strings of that song, our song. The one that they played in the café (the one on the corner of the university we used to attend) where we had our first date. The song that played in the back of my head when I looked up from my computer one day (when you had stayed over at my place the entire weekend, joining me in my Harry Potter marathon) and realized that this was it. That you were the one.
My song to you.
Breathless, I walk up to you and take your left hand, holding you close to me by your hip with my other hand. You are so stunning up close, your eyes as deep as the ocean we crossed for our first vacation together. Unshed tears make them even shinier than before.
And we start dancing to the song, as the vocals begin, the soft male voice perfectly narrating the emotions swirling around in my heart. I can’t help but singing along with the bridge, trying to convey the words that I need to say to you. My beautiful you.
You are truly mine now.
My wife.