Love, and be loved forever more

The smell of fresh rose petals, the chatter of clusters of people, glitterazzi, the buzz of busy waiters at the cocktail reception, the boxful of red packets...

I've never felt so eager to attend a wedding before today's; I've always hated dressing up, finding the right clothes, hearing about how much I've changed, and all other forms of incessant blabber. Well I still hate the clothes-hunting part, but to be able to sit through a wedding and not zonk out is a big achievement for me. Plus I got to play reception. :)

And their love story was so close to heart; a love so pure and true, dating back to the days in NUS where they would study together. A courtship which stretched across the Arts and the Engineering faculty, and ended tonight on a lovely note - as a marriage everyone's been waiting for. And I know this love of ours that we've been growing, nurturing and showering with tender loving care will eventually bear fruit - just like theirs did.

And those pangs hit again. The urge to run into your arms and lay there thinking about nothing else but the life I'm looking forward to with you in it.

I miss you.