Marriage

Eternity's pov

I glanced at her, and her face lacked the glimmer that every girl's face has at her wedding; her hopes had been destroyed. I looked at me.

I'm wearing a lovely lace off-shoulder bridal gown. But my eyes are still swollen from sobbing all night. I used a lot of bb cream, concealer, and foundation to mask my tired face, but I still look like a crying mess.

Since childhood, I've had a lot of wedding fantasies, as my maternal grandma used to say.

Marriage isn't something you wear on your finger or sign on a piece of paper. It should be relished rather than endured. It's the coming together of two hearts that beat as one, each willing to make sacrifices for the happiness and well-being of the other. Marriage is so lovely that it would be a blooming rose in the natural world, with its dazzling petals permitted to unfold in the warm sunlight. Maybe that's why we offer roses to the people we care about and include them in our holy couplings so frequently. Marriage is a gift we