"I can't believe in less than 48 hours, we'll be married!" Monica practically squealed as she wrapped her arms around her fiancé's neck. She pulled him in for a long, sweet kiss. It was these small things about her that Chandler loved. The childish giggle. The spontaneous kisses. The love that filled her pure blue eyes every second of every day he'd known her. It was because she was a sweet, simple girl that he'd fallen for her in the first place. She never asked too much, and he always gave her more than she wanted because she deserved it. Where do you find respect and dignity in women these days? "I gotta say," she said, sliding her hands down onto his chest, "I didn't think you'd make it."
The two stood together, entwined in each other's arms in their living room. It was late Thursday night, and the rest of the gang was out at Central Perk, but Monica wanted to stay behind and finish some last minute wedding details.
"And what is THAT supposed to mean?" Chandler asked defensively.
"I just mean, I don't know. Ever since we got engaged, I've been scared that you might run off. I was afraid that little commitment phobia might come in the way of a lot of things." She gazed into his eyes. "But it didn't. And I love you so much for that." She quickly added when she saw he had been taken aback by the remark.
"Monica," he responded softly, pulling her in closer, "I love you so much. Why would I ever run away from someone who has made me feel more secure and… just happy, than ever before?" A wide smile spread across his face and he wrapped his arms firmer around her waist to tilt his head in for a beautiful, passionate kiss. It's true; he had never felt this way about anybody. After he caught Kathy sleeping with someone else, he'd always assumed love was too good to be true. Until he found himself in her arms in London.
That's how it started out, Monica was drunk. He was there for her. It was one night that wasn't supposed to mean anything, but to see what it had blossomed into almost seemed magical. Through all the rules and secrets and lying, he became aware of something. When he was with her, it was almost like a piece of him had been found, that he didn't even realize he was looking for.
Sure marriage was… well it was forever. And it meant commitment. There certainly had been times when he was close to running off again. But it was Monica, she was a part of him now and he couldn't just run off and leave that part behind. He knew what he had to do to prove to her what she meant. And among the hundreds of gifts wrapped in perfect white wrapping sitting on the tables at the wedding on Saturday, he knew the best present she would get that day was the fact that he would be there for her. The fact that he could face his fears now because of her.
Monica rested her head onto his shoulder, just the way it fit perfectly into the crook of his neck made her even surer he was meant for her and she was meant for him. When her head rested there, they were connected. They were no longer two separate humans in a relationship, they were practically one person. The way it was going to be on Saturday, May 15th, 2001. Even the date had a little ring to it. May Fifteenth. She snuggled back into him, breathing in his buttery sweet scent. Praying the moment never came when she would have to let go.