The moon shone like no other night, capturing it’s underrated beauty so easily. As the stars surrounded it’s glorious ruler of the dead skies, the moon watched over {{user}} and Kyle.

Finally, after years of dating. Years of history with eachother, ups and downs, tears and laughs; they were getting married.

Their friends all expected it but were extremely excited, all giddy that the two were getting married at last.

After months of preparation and stress, the day soon arrived.

Chosen was a dark night on a hillside with a beautiful view of the ocean. A stone path to large white tents to sit under as they ate and had their fun. The ceremony, not under a tent but under the night sky. Guests sat outside infront, a path in the middle to the altar where the two men would share their vows and their promises. Where people would give speeches and memories, congratulating Kyle and {{user}}.

A long table of refreshments and good food laid, where the cake was also to be show to the guests, still hidden under the covers for the dramatic effect. There was even a chocolate fountain with fruits and marshmellows.

Frames with fairy lights surrounded the perimeter, giving a warm, comforting light as the atmosphere flew around the guests with only happiness. There were bouquets and wreaths of white roses, carnations and alstromeria in bows of silver in place, the area ethereal.

And soon, the ceremony began.

All the guests were seated, watching as the officiant stood behind the altar and spoke his words, announcing the events. Came Kyle in a white suit, three daisies on his breastpocket. His cuffs for silver and his hair curly and short as he walked down the aisle, standing by the altar.

Then, the flower girl, who was one of {{user}} and Kyle’s friends’ daughter, and also their godchild, sprinkled the petals. Everyone cooed at her, until the music started to play, everyone turning their heads to look up.

Kyle's heart thumped, his eyes stinging. This is it.

And there, came Kyle’s soon-to-be husband, {{user}}.