Even if we find a way to control time itself, faith will always play its part, and drive us to where we belong, even against time itself.
This is a story that spans centuries weaving its way, back and forth throughout time and the lives of many.
All in an attempt to defy faith with the power of man, manipulating the hands of time, and guiding love down the path he sees fit even if it only leads to destruction.
It’s such a beautiful day, the sun is shining brightly, and the wind is blowing a cool breeze across my face. It’s the perfect day to tell a story, but it can’t just be any kind of story, it must be one that matches this amazing day.
As I think about this beautiful day, only one story comes to my mind. A tale of love, fate, lose and gain. One that will take us far into the past but as close as yesterday. This story beings 500 years ago, but it started only a century ago with one poem.
Flowing through time
Our love will never fade as the ages
Roll by we grow
Evermore in love
Vowing never to let the
Evils around us
Ruin our love.
Five hundred years ago, I spoke the words of that poem to my bride to be on the altar. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life. I loved her more with each second I spent with her, almost as if I was falling in love with her all over again, every minute of each day I spent with her. My love for her was more than that of the love I had for my own life. And today was the happiest day of my life because from now on it would be the two of us for the rest of our lives.
The words of the poem came from me slowly as if drifting out of my heart into the air as I spoke. My mind was lost as they drifted out, all I could think was my life with her was about to start, and I was going to make sure she was happy with the life we were going to share no matter what it took. She could feel my love and my thoughts as I looked into her eyes speaking the poem, holding onto her hands like my life depended on it.
Everyone in the church stared as I said I do, the love we shared could be seen rippling off of us as she looked back into my eyes and said I do. We were now one, and I felt as if I was the luckiest person in the whole planet, maybe even the universe. Then the words I was waiting to hear for what seemed like a lifetime came. “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
As the words rang through the church, time stood still for our first kiss as husband and wife.
I looked around the church as we walked down the aisles hand in hand, it was more wonderful than I could have imagined. So many happy faces filled with joy as they watched the two of us, it was as if it were a wonderful dream I would never be waking up from.
We walked into the church separately but were now leaving together as one, this thought filled my mind and my body with warmth. I understood then what it really meant to be in love with someone, to know that I was not alone and would not be alone ever again. This was a feeling I had no words for, it was a feeling so overwhelming that words had not been thought of to express it with any justice. Merely saying that I felt love was not nearly enough, it felt as if such a simple word was an insult to this feeling.
Yet still it got better as I looked over to my new wife and I knew that I was not the only one that was experiencing this overwhelming joy and love. I could feel her heartbeat and the love in each beat as she held my hand, and with each step, we felt as if we were burning, but at the same time, it wasn’t hot in the least. This was what I had waited for all my life, to be with the person feeling the love of another and to love them back as much and even more than they loved me.
We entered the car that was waiting for us, and as it pulled away from the church, we looked back at not only the people there waving to us but also the old lives we were now gladly giving up. We were now moving forward on the road of our lives together, and we could only see a beautiful sunrise up ahead on the highway that was our future lives.
We turned to each other as the car moved alone, smiled, and laughed. “I love you, it feels like a dream. I can hardly believe we are married now.” I said to her, she smiled and held my hand. “It’s not a dream my love.”
Continues in Chapter 2
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