We are not in a good place right now and it is all my fault. I have come to the point where I realized I don’t deserve you anymore. I don’t want to be grilled anymore, I get it, it’s my fault. So please if possible let’s not talk about it anymore, I get it.
But in a few days we would be seeing each other. There would be a long and very uncomfortable silence, the kind where you have to hold your breath because you can hear your chest heaving and your heart feels like it’s about to burst out of it.
I don’t want to talk about it. It’s my fault. I get it.
All I want is our happy ending. A simple happily ever after.
In an ironic twist of fate, I dreamt about my wedding for the first time.
I have always been a softy when it comes to weddings. I love the idea of proposals, wedding preparations and cry most of the time when the bride walks down the aisle. I’m a sucker for the whimsical, of colors, innovative invitations and at times cheesy AVP’s but I don’t have an idea of what I want for my own. All I know that it would be as personalized as possible and my entourage would look good in their dresses and there would be color, lots of it.
But last night I dreamt of my wedding. Maybe because Sloane accepted Eric’s proposal in Entourage or it’s just subtle torture of the unconscious.
In my dream, my wedding was pristine and very intimate. It involved a lot of white and green. I remember my dreams most of the time but this one was a blur and it happened so fast.
My groom and I were walking down what looks like a courtyard and the usual post ceremony photos by a photographer. I remember giving a peace sign pose and my hand was holding purple flowers and I had gloves, fishnet ones that were wrapped around my palm and I could see my fingers .
We went inside a wooden gate like those you see off an english courtyard and we were welcomed by our flower girl wearing a colorful dress. A few friends were waiting by the garden sets but I cannot make out who they were.
Love and happiness filled the air and I felt it as soon as my groom and I walked in the garden, I never knew this was possible but even in my dream I felt it. I was happy.
All I can make out of the festivity is that the place setting was elegant and intimate, the mantle was all white and we were in a garden and people were talking and laughing with each other unmindful of the invasion of personal space.
I had a summer wedding, the sun was shinning high bouncing it’s rays off the glassware adding a luster sophistication (for the lack of better adjective) and no one was complaining of the heat or humidity.
There was an old caucasian looking old couple who congratulated us and there was genuine happiness in the grandpa’s eyes. I looked up but I cannot see my groom’s face. All I can see is the back of his head, he has dark hair and is taller than me.
This is where it becomes really weird. The next thing I know people were complementing me on my Disney Princess inspired gown. It was white silk/satin with a sweetheart cut and a weird detachable collar. (Okay I know I can be prissy but hell no to a Disney inspired gown with a detachable collar and a white satin gown, with multiple paddings I might pull off a princess cut gown.)
The next thing I knew the gown fell off exposing my breasts and then I woke up! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
To some extent the details of my “dream” wedding are true.
Summer- I wouldn’t mind getting married in summer if only it was not hot and humid in Manila
Intimate, pristine, simple, full of love and laughter.- These are the components I have nailed down should I get married anytime soon.
I don’t know who my future husband/groom would be as especially right now things are heartbreakingly hazy. All I know is that on my wedding day I would be happy and surrounded with people who would make me feel loved the moment I walk inside the room.
I am hopeful.






























