You're Beautiful

"You have now been pronounced husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

I looked at Luke, who swallowed nervously. Even through my veil, I could see his slight apprehension, even though he was trying hard not to make it obvious. He took two steps towards me and slowly rolled up the veil, then gently put it over my head.

I saw his fists clench as he leaned forward, bending a little to my height, then moved closer. He watched me a little, and like he had convinced himself, he finally closed the distance and lightly pecked my lips.

My eyes were wide open all through and he leaned away and moved backwards. That had been the one most intimate thing between us when we got married. That was the closest we ever got to being a normal couple, and the closest we ever got to being as close as us now...or in the past...or however I was supposed to convey this time zone.

So this is how it should have felt like.

I felt his lips slightly brush mine, seeking entrance, like a plea. My eyes closed