Bingley stood beside me, as I waited at the altar, his hands wringing each other, acting as an outlet for his nervousness. I too felt anxious, but I schooled my countenance not to show it.

It was too wonderful to believe that you would actually come; that you would agree to marry me at all still astonishes me. My heart raced just thinking of you and knowing that we would soon be together. Still the clock ticked on, each second lasting hours, as I waited to begin the best day of my life.

The door finally opened and you stepped through on your father's arm, your sister walking on his other side. I must admit that though I stared long and hard as the three of you made your way up the aisle, I could not tell you what either your father or your sister were wearing. I doubt I would have even noticed if they were missing. I only had eyes for you.

The aisle seemed to grow in length as you made your way to me, painfully slowly. It took all the control I possessed not to walk down to meet you, carry you off and damn the wedding entirely. I did not, thankfully, proving that there is something to be said for a naturally introverted character. With your gloved hand in mine and your eyes shining with a warmth I had never even hoped to see, the ceremony began.

The pastor spoke all of the words, and I replied in all the required spots, but I was not paying much attention. I know this will shock you, you who listened to every word as though they were the meaning of life itself, and I suppose in a sense they were; for, you are my life and it was those words with combined your life with mine. I did not pay heed to my own wedding, but you are to blame for that, not I. I was enraptured by your beauty. The simple, yet elegant gown you wore captivated my eyes and the loving looks you so often sent me enchanted my heart. I must own to being somewhat prejudice in your favor, but there was no denying your beauty of body, mind and spirit.

Your love was a blessing, one that I did not fully believe I deserved. Every day I thank God that you saw something in me that led you to bestow such a blessing upon me. It was a long and hard year to get to where we were, but I would not trade such suffering for any amount of bliss, if it would mean that you would not share it with me.

The only pain there could be on that day was in the thoughts that, if I had been a gentleman, this wedding might have taken place that much sooner. What a coxcomb I was, so conceited and ignorant. How could I have not seen you for what you were that night? Tolerable? No, you are beautiful, enchanting, graceful, sweet; the list could go forever on.

"You may kiss the bride." These were the only words I heard, so lost in your beauty was I. My lack of attention did not stop me from obeying the pastor. We kissed, though it was not the first, there was something magical about it. Perhaps it was because, with that kiss, we sealed our destinies and our lives together, melding them into one.

"You are mine." I said with obvious disbelief in my voice, later on that very same day. True to my predictions, it had been the very best day of my life. But this was our first chance alone, and still my mind rebelled against what it could think nothing but pure fantasy.

"Yes," You whispered against my lips, "finally I am yours." Your words rung in the air and stilled the world around us. Never had I believed it possible for so much love to exist in the whole world, let alone between just two people. Yet, for all the happiness I felt, I could not agree with you statement, for, on that day you vowed to be mine, but I must confess; you were always mine, if only in my heart.