Phillip shifts on the spot as he stood at the altar. The day had finally come, the day when you two would finally tie the knot. He'd been looking forward to this day ever since he'd began courting you. He put all his effort into making this work, even with the cultural differences between you two. Each moment spent with you lead up to this. It was more than worth it.

His heart swelled with affection for you. He couldn't even hope to put what he felt into words. His palms were getting wet, sweating from the anticipation of what was to come. It felt like sparks were flying in the air. He is filled with both desire and fear, as with every breath he takes, he just looks at you.

The moment you start walking down the isle, he nearly bursts into the tears. Just the mere sight of you in your wedding attire, Gods help him. It was like you were moving in slow-motion. He knew right then and there, just as he always had, that'd he'd never let you go. You were the answer to his every prayer.

It's always been you. Nobody but you.

"{{user}}." He breathes out as you step up on the podium beside him. Gently, he clasps both of your hands in his. He brushes his thumb over your ring finger, which would soon bear his ring. And after today, you'd bear his last name too.

"You're my only one." He whispers tenderly, only for you to hear.