It’s always been about me, myself and I
I thought relationships were nothing but a waste of time
I never wanted to be anybody’s other half
I was happy saying I had love that wouldn’t last
That was the only way I knew till I met you
I Do, Colbie Calliet
I held his hand while the preacher spoke of love and fidelity.
The evening sun lit the beautiful chapel, but it paled compared to his golden eyes. I breathed in the moment and let myself drift, and as I did, the words of a coworker resounded in my thoughts.
“The way it’ll work out, you’ll probably be in love and married in five months,” she smiled as she left the office that day in February.
I never fathomed the reality of her words until—four months to the day—I found myself in love and dressed in formal wear.
“…forsaking all others,” I squeezed his hand. “I choose you this day and every day.”
I laid my head on his shoulder, thanking God for the impossible.
I thought no one would ever love me again, and yet, here we were, two silly, young kids in love.
I felt the truth of what love could mean, and I nestled comfortably into him as we watched his two friends tie the knot.
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