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On the First Monday of December
I remembered it clearly how I cried when he told me the words that haunted me for many years. I was young back then. I was emotionally vulnerable and unstable. His words tainted my young minds with rejection.
I took a deep breath as I watched my reflection in the mirror. I could no longer see a glimpse of myself that existed ten years ago. It was replaced with a mature composure. I was smiling genuinely while watching my wedding gown with awe.
My way to the church seemed an endless journey. I never thought that I would be one of those people who would experience wedding jitter.
Again, his face invaded my mind. I remembered how we first met. It was during the first Monday of December. I was standing on the rooftop. My eyes are close and my arms spread as if emitating a flying bird.
I was crying. I was hopeless at that time; a victim of depression, a suicidal student who failed to see the value of life.
That day I thought my life would finally end. But look where that day led me.
I stood at the entrance of the church while waiting for the cue of the wedding coordinator. My hands were sweating. My knees were trembling. I was on the verge of crying.
And when the door opened the sight inside almost took my breathe away.
He was standing there. He was smiling in anticipation. The man I owed everything I have now.
While walking down the aisle, clinging on my father's arm my tears cascaded down my face. I didn't want to feel this certain emotion that was already buried in the past.
The pang of longing.
And when I reached him. He smiled but I also saw the same longing that I felt. Then he spoke.
"I told you, you will find a man that will marry you infront of God. And he is standing right next to you"
His words ten years ago echoed in my head like a repeated song in my playlist. I bursted into tears while reminscing the memory that haunted me.
"I am sorry. But I can't see myself loving someone more than the love I have for God. One day, you will find a man that can reciprocate what you feel. And He will marry you infront of God"
On the first Monday of December I met the man who would be the priest in my own wedding day.
He was my first love and my first heartbreak.
@ashamelessintrovert
© HoneyKegod
I took a deep breath as I watched my reflection in the mirror. I could no longer see a glimpse of myself that existed ten years ago. It was replaced with a mature composure. I was smiling genuinely while watching my wedding gown with awe.
My way to the church seemed an endless journey. I never thought that I would be one of those people who would experience wedding jitter.
Again, his face invaded my mind. I remembered how we first met. It was during the first Monday of December. I was standing on the rooftop. My eyes are close and my arms spread as if emitating a flying bird.
I was crying. I was hopeless at that time; a victim of depression, a suicidal student who failed to see the value of life.
That day I thought my life would finally end. But look where that day led me.
I stood at the entrance of the church while waiting for the cue of the wedding coordinator. My hands were sweating. My knees were trembling. I was on the verge of crying.
And when the door opened the sight inside almost took my breathe away.
He was standing there. He was smiling in anticipation. The man I owed everything I have now.
While walking down the aisle, clinging on my father's arm my tears cascaded down my face. I didn't want to feel this certain emotion that was already buried in the past.
The pang of longing.
And when I reached him. He smiled but I also saw the same longing that I felt. Then he spoke.
"I told you, you will find a man that will marry you infront of God. And he is standing right next to you"
His words ten years ago echoed in my head like a repeated song in my playlist. I bursted into tears while reminscing the memory that haunted me.
"I am sorry. But I can't see myself loving someone more than the love I have for God. One day, you will find a man that can reciprocate what you feel. And He will marry you infront of God"
On the first Monday of December I met the man who would be the priest in my own wedding day.
He was my first love and my first heartbreak.
@ashamelessintrovert
© HoneyKegod
