This wasnโt supposed to be my story.
I was justโฆ attending. Quiet. Respectful. Invisible.
Then she turned around.
That white dress clinging to her form,
the veil glowing in soft church light,
and that lookโback over her shoulder,
playful, gentleโฆ like sheโd been waiting for me the whole time.
Reader, I nearly dropped the ring box I wasnโt even holding.
She smiled. I malfunctioned.
Now Iโm reconsidering my vows to loneliness.
If youโve ever seen someone so beautiful it felt like the air shiftedโ
you know this wasnโt just a moment.
It was divine intervention.