The Wedding

Almost everyone of us dreamed to have someone to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, ‘til death do us part. But I also believe that there is someone meant to be alone—I guess not my sister. When she decided to get married I thought I was only having my nightmare but in my surprise—I am not! Suddenly, I felt scared for her and asked her couple of times if she really see herself waking up every morning all her life with the guy she decided to marry.

When did I last think about of getting married?

It was a long time ago when I suddenly stopped dreaming because maybe I was influenced by the people around telling me that I might get married at my early thirties or worst—never. I just laugh about it and was never bothered with the thought. If I will marry late, I wouldn’t mind as long as I know I’m marrying the guy who will not just give me the ring but his full commitment as well.

So how will I know who’s the one for me?

If I can just point out someone that I can marry the next day, I already have few in my list but I know that doesn’t work that way because that person should feel love for me as well—my prospects are just plainly dream boys who has an ideal qualities but will remain ideal. There is no rush because I know he will come in God’s perfect time. Not when to find out that I’m pregnant but when he finds that he’s willing to grow old with me.

For now, I will stop looking far because all I will do today is walk in the aisle of the church wearing the dress while holding my gerbera flowers as I am the maid of honor of my sister that I will never lose tomorrow but instead brought another member in our family. Yes, this isn’t a nightmare as I once thought—it is a dream that my sister once imagined to happen.