The crowd is dead silent, the clock finishes its chiming, the air is like a blanket of suffocation.
I stare; lost for words, lost for emotions, lost in her mesmerizing eyes. The ring gleams under the lights, shining as gently as her smile.
It never falters
She takes my limp left hand, her hands are warm.
Oh so warm
The ring slides on perfectly.
"Yes. Oh god yes." I finally choke out, my mouth pulls back with a smile that I cannot control, nor do I want to control.
Out of pure joy, I lift her up into the air, her hair flowing through the air. We share a laugh. No cares, No worries.
Society
Expectation
They can go fuck themselves
The world is left forgotten. I lower my love down slightly, her hands brace either side of my face. She is cry, her tears match my own.
Liquid joy
Our lips connect and I don't want to ever let go. It feels so perfect, so right, like heaven. My angel has arrived.
It isn't until we part when we hear the lone clapping of two. We glance to the audience and see the pair still standing, now with grins on their faces. Their hands sing songs of congratulations.
It's all that I need to hear
The rest are slow to join in, those who had clapped for me earlier now give us a standing ovation, and some of them wear knowing smiles on their faces. Many, however, quickly leave the room without a second look. They are all old farts who can't stand change. I spot the mayor among, my grin grows even wider.
I bet they reek of uppercity pigs
Red roses begin to rain us one, their stems wet from the water in the vase they were placed in. Soon, all the tables are devoid of their centerpieces, the flowers surrounding our feet. Hold holds onto my left have, her fingers intertwining with mine. The ring feels foreign but welcome.
I smile and lean in for a second kiss and she complies, her painted lips soft. We lean our foreheads on each other and drink in the moment our world was torn down and a new one was just being built. But I am content with knowing that this moment has happened.
Perfection