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An interpretation of an excerpt from my friend's diary #1

January 8, Wednesday. Wedding Day.

The day of the wedding finally came.

Wearing this uncomfortable suit was nothing when it’s meant to wear it for you. This royal blue coat suited my measurements, and at the end, a turquoise necktie hung around my neck. A little pastel blue rose was found in my coat's chest pocket, denoting that today was a memorable experience for the both of us. My jet-black hair was styled into an exquisite taper cut, which complemented my features more than ever before.

Everything looks perfect, purely ethereal. The decorations, the aesthetics, it suits you. I did my very best to design this wedding as stunning as you. Along with the rest of the guests, we are all waiting for the star of this holy matrimony.

The bride.

Suddenly, the massive church doors flung open wide, and everything moved into slow motion. As the pianist began to play Taylor Swift's Crazier, I saw you standing there, still captivating as ever. At that very moment, I couldn't comprehend how stunning you looked. Your strapless wedding dress was embellished with rhinestones, pearl beads, and embroidery on the bodice. You also donned a two-tiered veil with a crystal headpiece to match. You carried a silk bouquet of roses in azure and white hues. Your hair hung down to your waist, and it was curly, giving your petite frame a lovely form.

And your eyes.

Oh, those lovely pair of hazelnut orbs.

They never failed to make me fall in love again and again as they glistened with euphoria and enthusiasm. When you made your first step towards the end of the altar, petals of flowers in a light shade of cerulean began to fall from the ceiling, presenting you to the audiences who were looking at you with smiles adorning on their faces, totally awestruck by your beauty. Your gaze was fixed on the priest, who wore a tender expression on his face, proud of the woman you had grown into over the years.

Seeing you gently walking at one of the finest days of your life with your father and mother beside you, was the most fascinating scene that I’ve ever witnessed in my entire life. The three of you were overcome by emotions, as they made their way to the place where their daughter would have her once-in-a-lifetime experience that she will never forget. Waiting for you to come to me was nerve-wracking to the point that I became enslaved by my own thoughts, reminiscing those memories we had.

I'll never forget your beaming smile when I met you for the first time when you transferred into our class. I'll remember your personality like the back of my hand for the rest of my life. You’re one of a kind, giving everybody around your smiles and wicked grins, and I'm no exception.

We were both avid fans of sweets, to the point that it made a huge step for us to get closer. After a hard day at school, we typically bought coffee and a slice of chocolate cake in a café in front of our school, and then one of my happiest memories is the first time you allowed me to walk home with you.

We became closer that day, and I vowed to myself that I would be the greatest man you could possibly have.

When you arrived at our school campus, I began bringing your backpack and some of your belongings. I'll stay a little longer especially for you, gathering your things, and we'll start going towards our classroom together. We were discussing how our day went and how much fun we were having at the moment.

Konnichiwa-desu!

This is only an interpretation of what I've read on a friend's personal diary (don't worry, he gave me permission to read it) it's not fully real but just what I happened to imagine about the scene. Also, this is what I think was inside in his head when this scenario happened. This is quite longer than I expected so, please bear with me! Thanks!

Ps. Just a few more words, then finished.