OHN
Today was the day I thought would never come. My wedding day. My heart was racing with excitement and nerves as I stood there by the window looking out at the sea of faces, taking in all the smiling faces and well-dressed guests. It was a beautiful sight, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for everyone who had come to celebrate this special day with us.
As I gazed around, my thoughts drifted back to the journey that brought us here. Who would have thought that the man who was once my friend would become my husband? It all seemed like a dream, and yet here I was, about to legally bind myself to him.
I couldn't help but smile at the thought. From the moment I met him, I knew there was something special about him. We clicked instantly, and I found myself drawn to him in a way I couldn't explain.
Never in my life have I experienced such a level of exhilaration; just now, I felt so content. It seems like this is the most wonderful and memorable time for me, and I will treasure it until the day I die. My heart was beating rapidly as I took deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves.
I smiled as I walked towards the mirror, admiring the intricately designed wedding suit that fits me like a glove. My makeup artist and designers were putting the finishing touches on my look, making sure every hair was in place and every inch of my face was flawless. As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, my friend Renee walked into the room.
"So our famous writer, Mr. John Fernandez, AKA JF Waldorf, will now be officially married," she announced with a smirk on her face.
I laughed nervously, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves wash over me.
"Oh, I'm not that famous," I replied, trying to downplay my success as a writer.
Renee rolled her eyes. "Please, you have fans all over the world who are eagerly waiting for your next book. And now, you're about to become a married man. I would say that's pretty famous."
I chuckled, grateful for her support and lightheartedness. "I guess you're right."
Renee grinned mischievously. "So, are you nervous for your big day?"
I took a deep breath and smiled. "Honestly, I'm more excited than nervous. I can't wait to marry him."
"Aw, you two are perfect for each other," Renee gushed, clearly happy for me.
We had been best friends since high school, the kind of friends who never grew apart no matter what life threw our way. We had made a pact to always be there for each other, no matter what. And now, as I stood in front of her on my wedding day, I couldn't help but feel grateful for that promise.
She was beaming at me, her eyes glistening with tears. "You look beautiful," she said, her voice full of emotion.
"Thank you," I replied, a smile stretching across my face.
We both knew that this was a day we had talked about for years. When we were younger, we would joke about our future husbands and now, here we were, the two of us standing together on my wedding day.
As we hugged, I couldn't help but think about how much our lives had changed since those high school days. We had both gone through our fair share of heartbreak and struggles, but we had always been there for each other, through thick and thin.
"See, I told you I wouldn't grow old without a mate," she said, pulling away from the hug.
I laughed, remembering the countless times we had promised each other that we would never end up alone. "And here we are, keeping our promise."
I turned around to proudly show her my attire for the day, spinning in my white wedding suit. "What do you think?"
"You look lovely as usual," she started a mischievous glint in her eye. "But today, you look gorgeous and desirable, Johnny."
I rolled my eyes, used to her teasing. "Oh please, you're just saying that because you have to."
"No, I mean it," she insisted, clapping her hands while observing me. "Perfection!"
I couldn't help but laugh at her exaggeration. "You're one to talk. You were also gorgeous when you got married."
The memories of her wedding came flooding back. I remembered how beautiful she had looked in her wedding dress, and how happy she had been. But as I looked at her now, I couldn't help but notice how different she seemed.
"You're right," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "It's truly different when you get married and suddenly glow up."
I could tell that something was bothering her, but I didn't want to bring it up on my wedding day. Instead, I tried to lighten the mood.
"Well, not everyone can be as fabulous as me," I joked. She laughed, but there was still a sadness in her eyes. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but before I could, she slapped me on the shoulder.
"Ow!" I exclaimed, rubbing the spot where she hit me.
She just smirked, her sad mood seemingly forgotten. "You were also gorgeous when you were getting married. But now, I can't even say anything."
I couldn't help but laugh at her sadistic ways. "Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment."
"Are you sure about this, Johnny?" she asked, using our term of endearment for each other.
I smiled at her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure, Renee. I love him, and I know he loves me too."
Renee let out a sigh and then suddenly pulled out her phone. "Well, there's no turning back now," she declared, turning to me with a mischievous grin.
I laughed at her antics. "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking pictures of you, of course!" she exclaimed, snapping a few shots of me.
We took a couple of shots together and posted them on our social media accounts, with captions like 'My bestie is getting married!' and 'Best friends for life.'
As we walked into the venue, Renee leaned in and whispered, "You know, even though I have my doubts, I'll always support you. And if your husband ever hurts you, as always, I'm just one call away. I'll be there to talk to the two of you."
Tears welled up in my eyes at her words. I knew I could always count on Renee, no matter what. She was more than a best friend; she was like a real sister to me.
"Don't worry, I'll be alright," I reassured her, squeezing her hand. "I know him well, and you know how gentle he is towards me. He understands how sensitive I am," I added.
Renee smiled at me, but I could tell she was still concerned. "I know that Johnny, but I'm just worried. I can't bear to watch you being in pain again. You've been through enough."
Indeed, Renee had been the one who came to my aid when I was suffering so greatly. She was there for me when I went through heartbreak, when I lost my job, and when I was struggling with my mental health. She had always been my constant rock, my shoulder to cry on.
But now, as I was getting ready to walk down the aisle, I didn't want her worry to dampen my spirits. "What the hell Renee! You're overthinking it," I replied, laughing. "It's my wedding day, c'mon."
Renee shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I know, I know. It's just hard for me to let go of my protective instincts."
Just then, my makeup artist, who looked like the Filipino host Boy Abunda, chimed in. "Exactly, Madam Renee. Don't be such a downer, just saying."
"I'm not being a downer; it's just that I'm worried!" Renee exclaimed, "You're so unfair as if you didn't let me overthink the day I got married!" She added and we both chuckled.
Renee let go of me and signaled to the staff to stop what they were doing to me. She knew I needed a moment to myself before the ceremony began. As she gave the staff directions to leave me alone, I took a deep breath and tried to collect my thoughts.
"Come on, let's go see your handsome groom," Renee said with a smile, breaking me out of my thoughts. She grabbed me by my shoulders and turned me towards the dressing room mirror. "Look at how handsome you look, all ready to walk down the aisle." I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.
"It's time, guys. I think my best friend is ready to see and marry his groom," she announced to the staff, who all nodded in agreement. One of the staff members gently adjusted my wedding suit, while Renee fussed over my appearance.
"Should we leave now?" she asked, extending her arm to me. I grinned once again, feeling a flicker of excitement amidst the worry; I was lucky to have her as my best friend.
We finally left the dressing room and headed to the location of the wedding. Renee put her arm around mine and we walked together towards the outdoor venue, the beautiful scenery taking my mind off my worries momentarily.
As I walked down the aisle, my heart fluttered with excitement and anticipation. I couldn't believe that this was finally happening - the moment I had been dreaming of since I was a kid. I looked around at the sunflower field, the vibrant yellow petals swaying in the gentle breeze as the sun began to set on the horizon. It was a familiar sight, yet it still took my breath away.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the soft rustle of their petals as they swayed in the breeze. The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, the colors blending in a breathtaking sunset. I felt as though I was in a dream, one that I never wanted to wake up from.
I couldn't help but feel grateful for the beautiful scenery that surrounded us. We were somewhere in Italy, a place that held a special meaning for both of us. It was where we had first met, and where we had fallen in love. And now, we were standing in the middle of a sunflower field, about to exchange our vows.
As I made my way towards my groom, my eyes glued to his back, I couldn't help but notice something blocking my view - a board with decorations on it. I remembered hearing that it was a tradition to have something blocking the groom's view before the bride arrived, to ward off any bad luck. I smiled to myself, knowing that my soon-to-be husband was probably feeling just as anxious as I was.
As I reached the end of the aisle, I slowly emerged from behind the board, my eyes never leaving his back. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my legs felt like jelly. This was it - the moment I had been waiting for.
As I took my first step towards him, I couldn't help but feel a surge of butterflies in my stomach. I knew I must have looked like a blushing groom, with my cheeks flushed and my hands trembling. But when I finally caught a glimpse of his face, all thoughts and worries vanished from my mind.
My groom was even more handsome than I could have ever imagined. He was wearing a sleek black tuxedo, his dark hair styled perfectly. His eyes shone with love and adoration as he gazed at me, and I knew at that moment that I was the luckiest man in the world.
As I continued down the aisle, our eyes never leaving each other, I couldn't help but smile. I could see the love in his eyes, and the joy in his smile. I felt like I was walking on air, towards the man I knew I would spend the rest of my life with.
When I finally reached him, I could hear my heart beating loudly in my chest. He turned to face me, and I saw a tear glistening in his eye. He took my hand in his, and before we knew it, we were saying our vows.
As we exchanged rings and declared our love for each other, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.
As we sealed our marriage with a kiss, I knew that I had found my happily ever after. And as we turned to face our loved ones, I couldn't help but think, this was the best decision I had ever made. I was marrying the love of my life and my soulmate. And I knew that we were meant to be together, in this beautiful sunflower field in Italy.