Her lips were soft and tender. He forgot about the existence of anything but her.
"I love you to the moon and back."
His affection for her grew every day.
Every second of his life, after that magical kiss, revolved around her.
And so, five years later, he was staring at his reflection, biting his lips in nervousness. He daydreamed about her, about her contagious smile, her big brown eyes, her soft hair, ivory skin.
Their love was perfect. Everyone admired them, wished that they had something like that.
And now he stood their nervous. His hands clasped together. Something beautiful and magical was about to happen, and that made him extremely happy and nervous at the same time.
As he saw her walking down the aisle in the most beautiful white dress with a smile on her face, his worries and anxieties evaporated.
