The ceremony took forever.

And yet, I sat through the entire thing.

Weddings were never my thing. Being a hopeless romantic was never my thing. Sure, I always thought that a wife would be nice, but I didn’t have any desire whatsoever for a large wedding.

In my head, it would have been small. Close family and friends, or just eloping.

Until, that was, my entire plan was turned upside-down and inside-out. By {{user}}.

I had never imagined her of a hopeless romantic, never imagined her minding much about the grand scheme of love until I heard her gushing over the wedding invite her family received from someone in my family. Something about being invited to her parents wedding and so the bride thought to invite them to hers blah, blah, blah.

And, now I know, I couldn’t imagine her as anything else but.

She sat through the entire ceremony, silently. Listening almost intently to everything the bride and groom said to each other, oohing and awing at the ‘look of love’ in their eyes. It made me wonder if she noticed the ‘look of love’ in anyone else’s eyes.

Specifically mine.

Looking at her.

She wore a nice dress that complemented her eyes nicely. A dress that suited her body nicely, too. A dress that made me want to get on my knees and beg for her to wear something like that every time I saw her.

I didn’t, because I’m not an idiot, but I nearly did.

She was stuck to my side, and I was stuck to hers. I didn’t really know anyone else well here, and I don’t think she knew anyone at all. And so, we wandered the venue together, my hands in the pockets of my suit pants, her hands swallowed by my coat.

The coat I gave her. Because she was cold. And I am a shameless simp. She said I looked good in a suit, and I don’t think I had ever gotten a better complement in my life. Ever. By anybody.

We round a corner, coming across walk-to-ceiling shelves. She gasps, audibly, and I smile. It was quiet, and I think we were a ways away from the event.

She’s saying something, but I can’t listen.