By some strange phenomenon, you and I ended up paired to process down the aisle. I had such joy in my belly I could have laughed. Was God looking down from above and feeling content about bringing us together for this seemingly insignificant, but somehow symbolic, event? It felt to me like He was, for as much as I loved that you ended up by my side, it was completely not my doing (and I doubt it was yours either). It was merely … Fate.
I was trying so hard to suppress this excitement and joy as we walked the dozens of steps to the altar. I hoped not a single soul could pick up on how happy it made me simply to walk by your side, to be close to you. So I looked in the direction opposite to you, faking a serious expression on my face, when inside my heart was exploding: here I was walking down the aisle with my idol, my hero, my soul mate, my friend, my teacher – you who I have loved in secret for a decade at least.
(And I will never stop, I know this to be true).
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