Snow fell from the skies, elegant and quiet, piling together onto the grounds as the earth began to bathe under the frozen blankets. The crisp winter weather, was beautifully perfect in ways.

Perfect, for {{user}} and John’s wedding.

At last, after years of their lives spent together, with their emotions conjoined into one, be it happiness, sadness, anger, love, anything. The two stuck together like lego pieces and super glue, going through any obstacles. And now, the two were getting married. John still felt the warm tingles whenever he says it. He’s getting to marry his stunning, amazing, wonderful partner!

Everyone was taken aback, as not many knew about the two’s relationship up until the announcement of their engagement, as the two didn’t want to be public about their relationship until it came to the right time. But nonetheless, people supported the two men.

Deciding to choose a wintery wedding, they chose a chateau in a forest, which had snow around and decorated the inside and the outside. The inside was where some guests would stay, where the food and drinks were and where the party would be held. There were beautiful flowers of terracotta carnations and sahara roses, wreaths and cascading. There was a warm fireplace at the front and tables of nourishments.

The ouside had patted down snow to make it easier for chairs to be and to walk on, chairs a black cloth. An arch laid at the front, flowers and silk circling the frame. It was just ravishing, really.

And right then, did the ceremony start.

Everyone was seated and the officiant had spoken the introduction, before John walked down the aisle. He was wearing a brown tweed wedding suit with a light blue undershirt and a navy-grey tie with a white rose on his breast pocket. His hands were clenching and unclenching as John stood next to the altar, excitement and nervousness wrecking him.

The flower girl soon sprinkled down the petals on the aisle as every watched John’s soon-to-be husband, {{user}}, appear.