The Wedding Date

Currently playing:

"Lay All Your Love on Me" by Abba

We were dining at The Marco Polo last weekend when I got a call from my bestfriend,

Yaya.

We were talking in nipponglish so I have to get out of the Mandarin Dining Room and stand behind the divider-wall.

A former client bumped on me and asked me to join her in a wedding reception that she’s attending.

I spared a minute for a chit-chat on their assigned table.

And one of the groomsmen asked permission if he can occupy the vacant seat beside me.

I said,

"sure!"

And he said:

"Thanks!

My name is Chris."

"I-I’m F.",

And there I was,

frozen for 11 sec.

The pianist played the most romantic keys arranged,

and suddenly,

I floated in the air.

I said to myself,

"I finally found you."

Then,

I looked at him.

He caught me right there,

with his smile,

his gaze,

I remember the very first time I had a crush on someone.

The first time I fell inlove.

But there's more to that tweety-tummy feeling.

It's like finding the brightest light in deep darkness.

It was all so right.

And you wouldn't want to miss that chance with a very little mistake.

I have to tell him now before it's too late.

I shouldn't miss our chance.

This is more than serendepity.

Ask him.

Now.

"Hmmm...

Chris.

That's a nice angle there.

Let me take your picture."

"Wow!

Sure,

F!"

His smile became more angelic.
And I saw rose petals slowly pouring like snows.

I swore from that very moment,

and whispered.

"He is the one.

The right one."

For now.