His eyes only focused on one person, much like they had all day and night, although right now it felt more magical to do so. Your dress was simple, but it extenuated your curves in all the right places and he wasn’t even aware that he was at his lips at the sight of you until you gave him a look.

That look.

He had known that expression for years and yet it still managed to capture all of his attention every time. Still had the ability to drag him back to those teenage years in this very spot, sending his heart into a flutter at your change in expression. He had asked you about it once.

“Why do you always look at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“When you tilt your head and smile knowingly at me, what are you thinking of?”

You had smiled, albeit a little shyly and he had slipped his hand into yours, a blush soon forming across his face. And then you finally answered him, resting your head upon his shoulder as you sat side by side on the grass. “Because I know what you’re thinking.”

“Which is?”

“I’m lucky. How did I get a love so perfect?” you uttered, both staring at one another then as if your souls were becoming one at that moment.

And that’s when he knew.

He would marry you one day.

 

 

You glanced over at him standing there, holding out his hand for you to come and take. You had never wanted to hold that hand so much before, but you paused in making your way to him, kicking off your heels, his laughter reaching your ears at your decision. It had always been easier to dance here barefoot. You loved the feeling of the grass between your toes and even on the most monumental night of your lives, it was hard to change old habits.

After gathering up the end of your dress you then darted across the lawn to his side, your hand instantly in his and a smile adorning both of your faces. You heard the beginning of your favourite song, the one that had always been the background music to your love together. It was fitting to hear it tonight, you had heard it so many times in this spot, it would be wrong to hear anything but that all too familiar tune as the first song of a new era of your lives. An arm encircled your waist and you shift closer towards him, resting your head over his heart.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured into your ear as he placed his head upon yours, a sigh leaving him as he swayed you both from side to side. “I don’t deserve you, not like this.”

“Should we take back our vows then?” you teased, knowing what he meant all the same. You had only dreamed of this day for years. Even though you had grown together, you still felt so young, so inexperienced in life, with so much more learning to do.

How did you both become so mature to now be able to call each other husband and wife? The idea was unfathomable, but you knew all too well it was now your reality. Earlier he had promised his mind, body and soul to you. And you have offered him the same. It was different from all the love confessions over the years, they all held their own varying amounts of weight, but this held none. It was as if you had lost all the burdens upon your shoulders when you whispered I do, now encompassing a second person into your being. The burdens were now shared and you became weightless, transcending into another way of living. You were excited, flushed with the pure happiness of vowing to love each other in front of your family and friends.

You didn’t dare admit there was a small part that was scared of feeling this much joy though. You owned his heart now, and he yours. It was too precious to risk breaking, and yet you knew you would make the same decision over and over, protecting him at all costs and loving him even more every day.

Your heart had never felt so fulfilled.

He lifted his head off of yours then, and you shifted so you could gaze up into his umber eyes, captivated by the emotions there. Your smile grew in unison with his own, both noting the same future in each other. Your own home, children, a life of lessons, aging until you were old and grey, you could tell he held the same envision of what was to come. He was scared too, and it comforted you knowing the man you loved held raw, honest emotions at the forefront always. It was why you had fallen for him so long ago, making it through your reserved natures and falling deeply into a world of juvenile love, nurturing it until this point now. You could never give him up, not even when faced with unimaginable fears.

“We’ll do this together, always?” he asked and you nodded, stretching up to place your lips gently upon his. It was sweet, and yet captivating, a kiss unlike any you had ever experienced before. Was it because you were in the next part of your journey? You couldn’t quite tell, but you never wanted it to stop.

However, you hadn’t learned how to breathe indefinitely yet and you reluctantly pulled away, gazing up into his lust filled face, your hand soon reaching to caress his cheek.

You smiled, as he nuzzled into you, and then looked up to the night sky, smiling at the twinkling fairy lights surrounding you in all the trees. Your place had become even more perfect for tonight. Your gaze fell back to his face, and you nodded again. “Forever.”

 

 

He watched you as you slept beside him, his eyes trying to take all of you in. It was like he had never seen you before tonight, as if an angel had come down from the skies and landed at his side. After the passionate end to your wedding night, he still felt as if he had saved a nation in his previous life to be this lucky. He hadn’t believed in love at first sight, and for some time you only bothered him daily, not excited him in any way. But you were someone who would become his only one. He knew that now. Fate was something he learned over the years to hold faith in. Sometimes he wished he hadn’t resisted getting to know you for so long, wondering how much more time he would have gotten if he had allowed your quiet charms to captivate him sooner. Although there was an immeasurable amount of years ahead of you both, he felt greedy, wishing for all those extra weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds he had forfeited naively. But he knew you had come together when it was most meaningful to, much like tonight. He could have married you three years ago; on the first night you had told him he was your everything. Two years had passed from graduating university together, and most college couples were marrying then too. He couldn’t count the amount of times he would have become man and wife together with you on his hands any more. But none of those occasions mattered now. Because he could see the ring glistening from your hand sticking out from under the sheets, and when he looked at his arm over your still body, the same wedding band had now found its final home on his own hand. It comforted him, allowing him to finally close his eyes and fall into a slumber only dreaming of you.

Your lips were what stirred him in the morning, a smile crossing his face as his eyes remained shut from the outside world. This seemed to bother you and your kisses travelled to lightly press against both eyelid, his arms reaching out to bring you closer.

“It’s a new day,” you slowly mentioned and he finally caved, opening up to take you in. As the sun shone through the bedroom, he looked passed you for a moment, your dress cast aside over an armchair, his own suit in pieces on the floor. And then the light around you brought his attention back to your face, finding you more irresistible the longer he stared at you. It seemed to unnerve you and he wondered why, your face shrinking back a little.

“What is so good about looking at me like that? I must look a mess; I don’t think I even removed my makeup before we were in this bed last night.”

“Do you regret not slowing down?” he asked, and he noticed your face light up at the sound of his husky morning tone, wishing he could read your mind. He wanted to know why his voice captivated you in so many different ways throughout each day. But he knew somewhat of how you felt, your eyes were his favourite thing about you. Everything he needed to know about you was always displayed there, your love, your pain, your happiness. He could never get enough of sinking into you.

“Would you have even let that mood go long enough?”

He chuckled. “Would you?”

You both shook your heads together and laughed. And then you reached to pat at your hair, cringing at what you felt must have appeared messy. To him,you looked anything but. He smiled, taking your hand away from your examinations and brought it up to his mouth, nuzzling into it, expressing his desire upon it, stilling your concerns, and awakening your lust yet again.

“Mr Hwang,” you breathed.

“Mrs Hwang,” he countered, both of you relishing in the new titles. “My wife, you are nothing but perfect, you know that right?”

“Perfect? Isn’t that a bit too much, husband?” He didn’t know if he could feel any happier than he did now at the last word you had spoken. You could tell. “Husband?”

“Does perfect feel too out of reach for us?” You nodded. He became thoughtful for a moment and then shook his head. “I can’t think of anything more perfect than this right now, than us together in this room, starting another chapter in our storybook. Why can’t this chapter be named perfect?”

You didn’t respond. How could you, when he knew his words had knocked your breath away. He liked the feeling, he cherished that moment like no other. And then when your lips met his, he knew there was no better word than perfect for any of this.

He would live the rest of his life, through the ups and downs, reaching for moments for like this, dancing along beside you, making memories and chasing dreams.