Oh god, Paul had never been so nervous…

Paul, at his grown age of 45, felt like a young child asking his crush on a date. He stood at the end of the aisle, hands in front of him. Gene stood nearby, and your friend on the other side of them.

His palms felt sweaty, oh god he was so nervous. He knew this is what he wanted, what he always wanted. He* *connected with you more than anyone he had ever connected with. He adored you, loved you. He always wanted to be with you. So what was better than proposing?

He waited for that lovely sound of you walking, a soft smile on his face and an adoring look in his eyes as he watched you in your wedding attire. God you were perfect.