I’ve all the time imagined what my dream marriage ceremony would appear to be. The sky could be vivid, delicate and blue, the climate excellent. I might stand on the shores of the ocean, stare into the eyes of my beloved, the waves lapping at our toes. My beloved would grin, his mouth unable to comprise the enjoyment he feels inside. He could be dressed neatly, in a white polo shirt and white shorts, his excellent toes clad in birkenstock sandals. We’d maintain fingers, his squeezing mine barely in apprehension.
A priest would stand earlier than us, gently lead us into this union as our closest associates look on in joyful acceptance. And my gown, oh sure, the gown. It could be beautiful, in fact. I might appear to be a goddess, a daughter of the soil, my radiance momentarily beautiful anybody in my path. My gown could be white, lacy, falling simply off my shoulders, its lengthy practice billowing beneath the pressure of the wind. I might be magnificence personified. I might comprehend it, my beloved would comprehend it, all people there would comprehend it.
All could be excellent: the climate, the person, the second. The priest would say he could kiss me and the kiss could be chocolatey, spicy, all of my favourite issues mixed…
I’m jolted again to actuality by the texture of his chilly fingers on mine. I blink, attempt to focus as a result of I had gone so deep into my fantasy land that actuality startles me for a second. The primary thought that crosses my thoughts is that the person seated earlier than me appears to be like nothing like my beloved. For one he’s pudgy, unattractive. His eyes are too huge, his nostril in poor health positioned. From the place I sit, I can see the threads of his plain gray shirt straining to cowl his bulging center, the buttons hanging on for expensive life.
“Order something you need,” he says, his smile skinny, his eyes piercing mine, looking for the reality inside. His hand lingers on mine and slowly, all of it comes again. I keep in mind my identify and I do not forget that I’m betrothed to this man sitting in entrance of me. I do not forget that that is the one manner I can get cash to deal with my mom who’s severely in poor health within the hospital. I do not forget that this man has been asking me to marry him for years however I all the time declined, after which my mom’s coughing acquired worse and all of it went downhill from there. The medical doctors mentioned she had lung most cancers. My mom, who didn’t smoke or drink. And so, with no cash to pay for her remedy, he grew to become the one choice. And I grew to become an excellent actress. The subsequent time he requested, I mentioned sure. And I mentioned it so convincingly that even my mom believed that I used to be in love.
I pressure myself to remain on this actuality as a result of my fantasy land holds no lasting pleasure. I can dream all I like, for so long as I like. However after I come again, my mom remains to be sick and I have to handle her.
I can see it in his eyes although. He’s joyful and now walks on clouds as a result of I mentioned sure. However there’s this reservation, this tiny seed of suspicion I see when he appears to be like at me. It’s solely a matter of time earlier than he figures all of it out.
The longer term goes to be what it’s, however for now, I smile sweetly at him and choose up the menu.