She was a dreamer.
And here we are, standing in front of each other. In our dream wedding day.
“I do”, he said.
“I do”, she said.
This was our dream. You, standing next to her. And me, standing next to him. Saying I-dos, in this chapel, with this pastor, and these flowers. Your friends as the choir, and mine as the photographers.
So this is me, present day. Standing right in front of you. Wishing you could hear me. Wishing this is ours. You and me in front of the altar, with our hands on the Bible, stating vows that last a lifetime.
The last time we met felt like years ago. You, wishing I’d stay. And me, wishing you’d wait. It was the stupid kind of love. The one paralleled to our dreams.
So we broke it off.
We only live once after all, and in this transitory world, dreams do matter.
I get to see you today. I know you’re established. I’m almost there. Believe me, darling, I can make you happy.
Standing in front of you right now. In this very special day. With your eyes, looking at me like yesterday was unreal. Like it was nothing at all. With your eyes, enthralling me. Stealthily wishing this was ours too.
You were a dreamer. And I was a realist.
Still, today I am dreaming with you.
They share a kiss and we cheer along. Secretly wishing we never broke it off. We could be here first. In fact, they are here because of us.
So I run for you down the aisle, exiting towards the door, where everyone is waiting for that eventual kiss and flying balloons.
Your laughter, revolving around my head. Your smile, I could barely resist. Your mind, the reason I’m here today. You wanted a future for me, even if it meant none with you.
But if there’s another chance for us, I desire it. Deep down, I hope you too.
And then there’s you, with your back towards me.
Here I am. Established. Home.
You can love me now, and I wouldn’t go.
I promise to love you twice as much, if you let me so.
You turn around, and then I see it.
Tall, dark and handsome. His eyes, doting that little girl. Looking at her so dearly in his arms. She has your eyes, your nose, and your smile.
You smile at me. With your eyes, alight.
And as your mouth open and you say hello-
She was a dreamer.
And I was her dream.
But he is her home now.
To him she belongs.
Short Story written on November 8th, 2017
Photos taken in Bali by my dad, Martio❤
Ps. I know these photos barely relate to the story.
But I like it a lot. So might as well just put it here and treat this post as a photo journal too:)