The man tightly held her hand, his side profile handsome and gentle, with a tall and defined nose bridge. His deep eyes, like the sea, pulled her steadily toward the priest.
Inside the old church steeped in years, the kind priest smiled and spoke a string of words in a local, obscure language.
With a low voice, the man took out the prepared wedding rings, looked at her with a smile brimming with indulgence. Even the faint crow's feet by his eyes slightly lifted as he said, "This is a wedding for just the two of us. Will you?"
Her tears fell uncontrollably. In that moment, she suddenly stopped thinking about many things, finally understanding why so many people are fixated on weddings. Perhaps it is the commitment and yearning for happiness that drives the obsession.
