In the champagne-colored light of the wedding, he suddenly stopped when he put on the ring for me, and his eyes turned red without warning.
"Now... Do you have any regrets?" His voice was low, as if he was asking a riddle that spanned many years.
Through the swaying white gauze, that winter night under the street lamp became clear again - the misty white smoke took away my light parting words.
"Yes." I gently stroked the cool platinum on his ring finger, "I told you to break up that day."
His eyelashes trembled, and a tear fell on the back of my hand.
"It's only in these years that I understand," I leaned close to his ear, "if I can't be with you -"
The melody of the pipe organ hovered in the church dome, and our intertwined hands cast connected shadows.
"Then no matter who I am with, I will die in a foreign country."
He leaned over and kissed the tears on the back of my hand, and responded softly to the blessings of the whole room:
"Welcome home."
All the wanderings and regrets have their home at this moment.
Purpose: Learn self-acceptance and redemption in love and growth
