It all starts with an empty room. It can be any room, really; from a church to a ship deck. There can be red roses thrown about the room and hanging from the window drapes. There can be white sails blanketing the navy sky. The sun may be shining, making the guests eyes squint and fan from the heat. Or the moon may glow a spotlight for the main event. Seating can be intricate, comfortable, or non-existent. Guests may stand atop wooden planks of grassy knolls.
Attire can be clean and white – happy colors. Woman may wear beautiful sundresses or gorgeous gowns. They may be colorful and ornate or unique and traditional. They may wear clothing of a pirate with triple point hats and pistols. They may braid their hair or simply let it fall naturally. They may be happy; faces glowing. Or they can be grief-ridden and full of despair over the lover's decision.
The day may be bleak and rainy, gray and forlorn, or clear and bright. I will be standing at the front – the helm of the ship. The dazzling wheel is only a fingertip away. The sails above stretch and push against the day's breeze. Just as my heart aches and relaxes with anticipation. I will be wearing the traditional attire. My clothes will be unique. My bandana can be seen and it can be covered by my conventional cap. I will have a sword and I will have a gun. I will wear a jacket and I will wear nothing atop my shoulders. My hands will be adorned with every ring I own and they will also be bare.
It is during my thought process that she will appear. I won't notice her presence until she is half through the standing and sitting crowd; until she is halfway through the church and the ship deck. She looks beautiful. There is no question to what she will be wearing. Her golden hair and tanned face make her existence glow that much more. When she arrives at my side, I will take her hands in mine and they will feel oh so dainty. I would kiss her then and there, if given the chance, and I would wait for the opportune moment.
When we are there, standing at the front of my ship, it wouldn't have mattered if it were raining or shining. It wouldn't have mattered if she had chosen roses or daisies. It wouldn't have mattered if the guests were happy or sad. I have won. I have succeeded in finding the heart of my dreams. I don't care where I would be or what I needed to get to where I am. All I wanted was here. All I wish for is her.
My dream would end soon after that and I never would receive the climax of happiness that was oh so close to my reach. I will awake and realize that I'm back in my cabin aboard my ship. My love is gone and very much unreachable. She has found her love where I have not. All I have to live for are my dreams of one impossible fairy tale of an event.
I love weddings.
Fin.