Last night

I turned around, and there you were. In a long blue gown, standing right in front of me. Somehow there was just you and me.

Why did you agree to meet me alone? On your wedding day.

But at 20? Why? You're only 20, goodness sakes!

Why did you even agree to meet me here? I stiffened a smile and exchanged some small talk, but I wasn't concentrating. After all these while, it felt like yesterday. You still look as stunning as ever, with that radiant face I'll never forget- only one word to describe it: beautiful.

Picture that Mary Jane Watson scenario.

I didn't understand. Why? Why.

I made my way into the pews.

My muscles tense.

The preacher begins the ceremony. Turned to the man beside her,

"Will you take this woman as your wedded wife?"

"I..."

NOOOOOOOO


I woke up.

And after some self-comforting, I made myself go back to sleep.