BREATHE, JACK, BREATHE
Wow, she's really here. And she looks stunning. Sam really is the most beautiful woman in the world. I knew that the first moment I saw her ten years ago. And today, in her elegant wedding gown, she takes my breath away.
The music is starting now. George is at her side and they're talking. She's smiling. I'm glad she's not wearing a veil. I can see her beautiful face even from here. Cassie and Janet are starting down the aisle now. They look happy. But it's nothing compared to the glorious smile on Sam's face. She's looking right at me now. The smile is for me. That smile has always been for me. How lucky can I be? Just looking at her now makes me feel ten years younger. I can't take my eyes off of her; why would I want to, she's the most glorious vision I've ever seen.
"Ow…" All of a sudden I feel a sharp jab in my ribs. What? "Daniel?" I say, sotto voice.
"Jack? Breathe, Jack, breathe." Daniel, standing at my side as my best man, was grinning at me. I realized I'd been holding my breath, totally engrossed with the thoughts and vision of my bride-to-be.
"Jack, we don't want you to faint before she gets here." I heard him say. I could swear he was going to laugh, or worse yet, giggle.
Before I could think to ask him, George was placing Sam's hand in mine and my eyes met hers. If I never took another breath it would all be worth it just for this moment. Then again, I was looking at the biggest reason I had to continue breathing for a good long time. Much better choice. Yeahsureyabetcha!
Just a short POV from the wedding. Please let me know if you like (or not)!