It was a warm day.
I remember the people and the flowers and the hair. A hive of activity, until the moment that I saw him waiting at the end of the aisle. It all stopped. There he was, nervous, but calmly waiting. Stunningly handsome. I don't remember if we spoke to each other during the ceremony, only that he helped me hold the flowers that were getting heavy. I remember how he smelled that day. I remember how, unlike usual, his face was shaved smooth.
We were so young. He was just 25 and I not yet 21.
Babies. We were so sure we had found the perfect life partner. I still believe the same.
Wednesday 19 December 2001: Two becomes one.
Wednesday 4 March 2009: I am left ripped in half.
I hate Wednesday.