Bride To Be...
I, Carmella, take thee, Jonathan, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.
I bit into my lower lip when it quivered as I felt cornered and chills ran down my spine when I repeated the words. I paused when it became too difficult, my eyes blurred with tears, my stomach flipped and I saw how his lips flattened when he realised with which part I was having difficulty. “….I zdorov’yu, lyubit’ I leleyat’, poka smert’ razluchit nas.” I finished, swallowing thickly. To love and to cherish, till death do us part.