I Do.

“I want a church wedding.”

He blurted.

Those were the only words he said.
The only words I’ll ever need.
To make all fears disappear.
To make all the nightmares go away.
To lock blurry images of my future in a sturdy steel box
and seal my fate with his.

He never asked, “will you marry me?”.
None of those “will you be my wife?” questions.

He just said he wants a church wedding.
Like he has lost himself from some deep reverie.

But those words were enough to put tears and a smile into my face.

Like the whole universe suddenly became so small for me to be breathe in.
Like the stars that night would suddenly collapse and head straight to where I was.
I felt everything… Fear. Love.
Both security and uncertainty.
Happiness and sadness.
I told myself “I deserve this” but immediately asked, “Do I?”

But his arms, locking my whole body to press his, gave me the one thing I have to think of.
His lips touching mine answers all the doubts I have.
That he’s sure about what he said.
That he’s the “marrying type” (quoting him) and that all he knows now is that he loves me…
That we love each other.
And that’s all that matters.

I love him and that’s all that matters.

If not for him, I wouldn’t know what true love really meant.
I’d never feel this inner peace;
I couldn’t be content.

If not for him, I’d never have the pleasures of romance.
I’d miss the bliss, the craziness.
Of love’s sweet, silly dance.

I have to feel his tender touch;
I have to hear his voice;
No other one could take his place;
He’s it; I have no choice.

If not for him, I’d be adrift;
I don’t know what I’d do;
I’d be searching for my other half,
Incomplete, if not for him;

If not for you.

And I just want you to know…

I want a church wedding too!