What is your favourite memory from your wedding day?
[from that honesty hour meme sent seven centuries ago]
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He remembers, the way the sunlight caught in her eyes, her red lips curled in a smile. The faint pink-white of her dress like a pale flower, the rose gold of earrings. He remembers her twirling around like a fairytale princess, everyone smiling and laughing, everyone, for a moment, just happy. Scent of flowers in the air, words of love on everyone’s lips.
He remembers too, how his hands had been shaking all day, how everything inside him had, just nerves, but when she held his in front of that altar they hadn’t shaken at all. She’d held his hands and he’d looked into her sunrise eyes and there had been no doubt there. He could see a future there, more certain than anything, more beautiful than anything, both a dream and a reality, and she’d smiled that steady smile, and held his hands unshaken and said I do without hesitation. She’d looked at him like he was a certainty, like he was the center of the world and all she would ever love and for one moment, one fleeting moment in time, he’d felt invincible.
(He doesn’t remember this at all, not so much remembers as dreams it, trying to remind himself that her hands once were soft hands and her words once were healing words and her love once was everything he had ever wanted.)