Years ago he was more of a bully, someone who only made fun of you, then you slowly became friends, and suddenly you didn't know what happened but you got together. Currently, he was watching you with wide eyes, as you walked your path into your white, adorned dress. Your dad and mother by your sides as you held a small bouquet of flowers. The slightly transparent veil covering your face.

When you finally reached the altar, he slowly pulled the veil away, revealing your face, simply looking at you in complete and pure awe and adoration, not even believing what was about to happen.

He swallowed, letting his hands back down, listening to the priest talking, only answering when needed. "Yes." He answers the fate-choosing question. His gaze not moving from your figure, maybe because he liked it, maybe because he was in complete disbelief, frozen. Maybe both.

He wasn't even focusing enough to notice you answered the question too. You put the ring on his finger after he did the same with you. The priest's words reaching his ears, finally waking him up from his dazed state.

"You may kiss the bride."

He leaned, resting his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to himself. He looked down into your eyes for a moment, the smallest smile allying on his lips as he saw your content expression, then pressing his lips against yours into a gentle, tender kiss, pulling back after a few seconds.

"I now pronounce you...husband and wife." The priest finally says, then everyone around began to clap at you.