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My best friends start walking in front of me. Their black satin dresses swaying with the way they walk. Bouquets and bouquets of pink and white roses in their hands. My love's niece and my little cousin hand in hand start walking down the aisle. His niece lets go of my cousin's hand and throws two or three black rose petals onto the ground as she walks. Her subtle pink puffy dress formed around her tiny body. Her blonde hair pinned up with many elegant curls rolling down. My little cousin tries hard not to drop the two rings off of his blood red pillow. His black tuxedo on him just right, to make him look dashing. I remember looking at his light pink button-up shirt on underneath his jacket. His hair pushed to one side to make him look like a young man. I look to my right and see my father there, smiling at me. He, too, has on a black tuxedo and pink undershirt. He shaved and the smell of his aftershave reaches my nose.

Suddenly, he takes my arm in his and we start walking down the aisle my bride's maids just walked down. Where my love's niece just tossed the black rose petals. Where many other brides have walked down... and now it's my turn. I look to the windows and see that the red curtains have been drawn; red, white, and black candles lit, giving off a soft glow to the church. I look to the dark mahogany benches where our families sit. My family is to the left of me, my love's family to my right. The benches are all covered with a soft, pretty, light pink cloth, pink tulips, red, white and pink roses, and pink carnations, in big bouquets, placed neatly at the end of each bench. I look in front of me where my friends, the priest, my love's best man... and finally, my love stand. There are more red, white, and black candles in the front of the alter on either side of the priest. My father stops walking, making me stop too. He holds my hand tightly, and then placing it in my love's hand. After lifting my black see-through vail, and kissing me on the cheek, he tells my love to take care of me for him.

Looking at my love, I listen to the first two words of the reverend's long speech before tuning him out and remembering the morning and how I found my love next to me in all his naked glory. I blush slightly, thinking how many times we renewed our love for each other. After my mother whisked him away from me, she got me, my love's niece, my cousin, and all my bride's maids and maid of honor ready. When my mother was zipping up my dress, I stood in the mirror, just admiring it. The black crocheted bodice was silk and velvet, and had a pink rose right in the middle of the V-neck. The long, black, see-through and the black shirt lightly sprinkled with glitter and hot pink flowers held together the fishnets to the silk of the skirt. My hair done in an elegant french twist, strands of light curls framing my facial features. My light pink eyeshadow bringing out my eyes and my red lipstick bringing out my full lips. The light blush on my cheeks giving a calm sensation to my face and bringing everything together.

I look back to my love and tune in the priest for a moment, only to tune him back out and look at my love. His green eyes sparkling with love for me. Instead of the pink undershirt, like the ushers and others, he has a dark blood red button-up shirt to match my cousin's ring pillow. His short hair brushed out of his eyes. A white rose in his front pocket. All of a sudden, my little cousin comes up and my love takes my hand. I listen to his soft and firm voices as he says his vows to me. Claiming he loves me with all his heart and so much more. How he can't think of any words describing how much he cares about me and tries to find another word to explain all of his love for me, but can't because there is no such word. He brings the ring to his lips and gives it a small kiss; he then pushes my fourteen karat, three small diamond stone, white gold wedding ring onto my left ring finger. It's my turn. I take my love's white gold ring band from my cousin's pillow. I calmly go over the speech in my mind. And then I tell him. I tell my love I couldn't go a day without him by my side. That it is impossible for me to love anyone else more than I love him. He takes away my nightmares and replaces then with wonderful dreams full of love and compassion. He has shown me how to love and care for others and has shown me what the true meaning of life will always be. I, too, then gently bring his wedding band to my lips to give it a small kiss and then I softly slide the ring onto his left ring finger. I hear the reverend speak again, but I don't listen to what he says. Suddenly, my love cups my hands with his palms and gently leans in to kiss me. The world stops for what feels like forever. It's only me and my love. No one else in the world matters. Seconds slowly tick by as he lovingly caresses my lips with his. My love backs away gently and gives a small smile towards me. The priest speaks again, only to say my love and I have been wed in holy matrimony and we now are husband and wife. My love imitates what my father did just before I started walking down the aisle and takes my arm in his. Together, we walked down the aisle to the dark mahogany doors, followed by my maid of honor arm in arm with my love's best man, my love's niece and my cousin again hand in hand, and the rest of my bride's maids and my love's ushers.

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My best friends start walking in front of me. Their black satin dresses swaying with the way they walk. Bouquets and bouquets of pink and white roses in their hands. My love's niece and my little cousin hand in hand start walking down the aisle. His niece lets go of my cousin's hand and throws two or three black rose petals onto the ground as she walks. Her subtle pink puffy dress formed around her tiny body. Her blonde hair pinned up with many elegant curls rolling down. My little cousin tries hard not to drop the two rings off of his blood red pillow. His black tuxedo on him just right, to make him look dashing. I remember looking at his light pink button-up shirt on underneath his jacket. His hair pushed to one side to make him look like a young man. I look to my right and see my father there, smiling at me. He, too, has on a black tuxedo and pink undershirt. He shaved and the smell of his aftershave reaches my nose.

Suddenly, he takes my arm in his and we start walking down the aisle my bride's maids just walked down. Where my love's niece just tossed the black rose petals. Where many other brides have walked down... and now it's my turn. I look to the windows and see that the red curtains have been drawn; red, white, and black candles lit, giving off a soft glow to the church. I look to the dark mahogany benches where our families sit. My family is to the left of me, my love's family to my right. The benches are all covered with a soft, pretty, light pink cloth, pink tulips, red, white and pink roses, and pink carnations, in big bouquets, placed neatly at the end of each bench. I look in front of me where my friends, the priest, my love's best man... and finally, my love stand. There are more red, white, and black candles in the front of the alter on either side of the priest. My father stops walking, making me stop too. He holds my hand tightly, and then placing it in my love's hand. After lifting my black see-through vail, and kissing me on the cheek, he tells my love to take care of me for him.

Looking at my love, I listen to the first two words of the reverend's long speech before tuning him out and remembering the morning and how I found my love next to me in all his naked glory. I blush slightly, thinking how many times we renewed our love for each other. After my mother whisked him away from me, she got me, my love's niece, my cousin, and all my bride's maids and maid of honor ready. When my mother was zipping up my dress, I stood in the mirror, just admiring it. The black crocheted bodice was silk and velvet, and had a pink rose right in the middle of the V-neck. The long, black, see-through and the black shirt lightly sprinkled with glitter and hot pink flowers held together the fishnets to the silk of the skirt. My hair done in an elegant french twist, strands of light curls framing my facial features. My light pink eyeshadow bringing out my eyes and my red lipstick bringing out my full lips. The light blush on my cheeks giving a calm sensation to my face and bringing everything together.

I look back to my love and tune in the priest for a moment, only to tune him back out and look at my love. His green eyes sparkling with love for me. Instead of the pink undershirt, like the ushers and others, he has a dark blood red button-up shirt to match my cousin's ring pillow. His short hair brushed out of his eyes. A white rose in his front pocket. All of a sudden, my little cousin comes up and my love takes my hand. I listen to his soft and firm voices as he says his vows to me. Claiming he loves me with all his heart and so much more. How he can't think of any words describing how much he cares about me and tries to find another word to explain all of his love for me, but can't because there is no such word. He brings the ring to his lips and gives it a small kiss; he then pushes my fourteen karat, three small diamond stone, white gold wedding ring onto my left ring finger. It's my turn. I take my love's white gold ring band from my cousin's pillow. I calmly go over the speech in my mind. And then I tell him. I tell my love I couldn't go a day without him by my side. That it is impossible for me to love anyone else more than I love him. He takes away my nightmares and replaces then with wonderful dreams full of love and compassion. He has shown me how to love and care for others and has shown me what the true meaning of life will always be. I, too, then gently bring his wedding band to my lips to give it a small kiss and then I softly slide the ring onto his left ring finger. I hear the reverend speak again, but I don't listen to what he says. Suddenly, my love cups my hands with his palms and gently leans in to kiss me. The world stops for what feels like forever. It's only me and my love. No one else in the world matters. Seconds slowly tick by as he lovingly caresses my lips with his. My love backs away gently and gives a small smile towards me. The priest speaks again, only to say my love and I have been wed in holy matrimony and we now are husband and wife. My love imitates what my father did just before I started walking down the aisle and takes my arm in his. Together, we walked down the aisle to the dark mahogany doors, followed by my maid of honor arm in arm with my love's best man, my love's niece and my cousin again hand in hand, and the rest of my bride's maids and my love's ushers.

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