The sky was an intense blue. A blue that over the years, I have named “September Blue,” because it always appears during the fall and it makes me happy from the inside out. It’s a kind of blue that gives contrast to the whole rest of the Earth.
My fists were white from gripping his hand so tightly. My mind was racing as I surveyed the crowd. I took deep breaths in, but forgot to let them out. I smiled tightly at my family.
My friend held the radio, positioned to play the perfect song.
Tears formed in my eyes.
My best friend looked at me, nudged me with her eyes. “They’re waiting for you, you know. You have to tell us when you’re ready.”
“Me?” I asked, hesitantly, “why are they waiting for me?”
She chuckled.
I didn’t get the joke.
“Because my dear, you’re the bride.“
I exhale sharply.
One tear falls. I look at my Father. I look at my Mother.
I nod at my friend.
The music begins to play.
Flickerstick begins to sing, “Lift up your head. Focus on every detail.”
And we begin to walk.
Toward him.
Toward my future.
Toward forever.
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