Excerpt from Confessions of a Daydreamer
By Regine Anne Opulencia
I am standing with eyes closed as I indulge the moment. I feel pretty wearing this big white dress that I personally designed—even if I am not a designer whatsoever. I have been waiting for a couple of minutes until the big wooden door opens. I see people—mostly wearing nude pink or silver ensembles. They are teary-eyed, smiling and just simply amazed.
The smell of carnation pink flowers scattered all over exudes a positive feeling. Then, I start walking in tune with a song that I knew, from the beginning, would take me down the aisle. I hear praises from people. Oh man, this would be a long walk.
As I walk towards the love of my life, too many things are going on inside my head. Am I really ready? Am I ready to be a wife? Am I ready for this married life? Am I not scared of giving birth anymore?
I need to focus. I look at him. He’s waiting for me, smiling. Even from afar, I know he is trying to hold back his tears. What do I have to be afraid of? I would be married to a man who, I know, loves me and cares for me. I know he won’t let me be alone to face the challenges that lie ahead.
I can’t believe that this day has finally come. In a few hours, I would be married to the man I love. Everything is perfect. Except for the fact that I am just daydreaming.
I know there won’t be any wedding anytime soon. At least not for me.
For the past few years, I have seen the weddings of my aunts and uncles, and every time I see the bride walking down the aisle, I cry. It’s always a touching moment for me. I was then inspired to have a beautiful wedding of my own.
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