i am getting married today.

my perfectly perfect hair, perfectly perfect dress and perfectly perfect husband.

atleast, that's what everyone else has said.

that everyhing looks perfect.

that me and junhoa are perfect for eachother..

 

i am getting married right now.

walking down the isle, my mother walking me, holding me tight.

so tight as if she knew i wanted to run.

i am here now. with junhoa. how did this happen. i look for you.

you are not there

 

i nearly got married today.

but you happened.

running in and slamming the large wooden door.

the priest preaching how if anyone has a problem with this wedding as you ran closer.

like a scene from a film.

am i imagining this?

 

everyone else is gasping.

you are really here.

'is this really what you want?' you question, eyes peircing into me

i look directly into my mother's eyes, pleading for her to let me go.

she nods.

thank you mother.

i shake my head as a no to you.

i take off my ring and throw it on the floor.

 

i was supposed to get married today.

but instead im in a small apartment with you

curled up on the sofa

with a large pizza and some random film playing in the back

feeling at home

with you.

 

bang yongguk.

i love you.