Short, like me. But more to come.
For jo-tst2, because she asked.
"Do you take this woman…?"
He resisted the all consuming urge he felt to look at her; pinned his eyes to a point on the alter cloth where the merest hint of a golden thread threatened to unpick itself from the silk that encased it. His heart felt full and gorged and swollen and heavy in his chest.
"…To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?'
He would. He most certainly would.
"Do you take this man…?"
She stood and her lungs felt empty. Her eyes which had been alert and bright and searching now searched for him, slid to him, obediently, involuntarily, needily.
"…To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
She would. She knew she would.
And that was how it was.
Or could have been.
And for both they knew it… and that the moment was lost.