Love was a very complex emotion with depth as far as the bottom of the ocean. Some say it was something very hollow and some say it was just a feeling, while some say it is just a myth. But I stared at the commentators in dismay unable to comprehend their state of mind. For me being in love was a feeling unexplainable.

Each morning I wished to get up with someone hugging me close, radiating warmth and love. But, my mom was against it and locked me in a separate room never wanting me in between her duvet. I never understood why people separated their little ones from a very young age. And now as I grew up and found my own teddy bear, I loved the feeling of warm tingles reviving me from numbness every single time.

His lovely wild nature whenever we were alone was a treasure I love to cherish. Another warm character of him I absolutely adore was the way he used to show affection. Apart from our own company, we never showed over affection in crowds and public. He says it was very obnoxious; to be on top of each other every single time like we never have control over our body. To quote his exact words, "God has given me this wonderful body to taste as long as I want without interference. In public, we have a limit. I don't like limits." His wink in the end was etched onto my mind with a tag forever. And why not, I believe in him; because I was having this confidence when I was out in the crowd about myself. His hands filling mine, his smiles warming my mind, his soft kiss on my knuckles whenever I felt down, just everything about his soft manner made my heart leap to my throat.

It was really funny to watch how many girls ogle him because they find him to be single but confusion strikes them when they see his hands on mine. I even heard some ask his number when he asks me should he give making them look at me and then at him in a very disgusting manner. "You sure don't want an opinion from this...this... umm, girl here do you?" Oh, don't forget the ghastly frown.

"Certainly not but when I am trying to be the most loyal fiancé, I think it is my duty to ask my bride first." That shall settle them. They scurry off like little rats, but oh, they never leave without giving me their most favorable goodbye kiss- a very killer glare. Oh, the beauty of it.

I have never felt jealous of their drooling stare; because in my heart I knew he was my man; so why should I fear he will go to other women other than me. Thus, he respected my trust in him just as I respected his. Nat always said she envied our relationship; saying it was so romantic, cute and mature. Whatever that last word means! Trust me; we can get quite childish at times.

Anyway, the feeling when I was with him, alone; always used to give me warm sensation. The sentiment of being nervous around him never departed me even after one whole year and a half, earning myself a deep passionate kiss with cute chuckles turning me red. He used to feed me with his fingers and used to drink from my cup. Wasn't that just cute! Well, Nat thought it was disgusting. Oh, I never thought it was so.

Every single detail being in love forces me to see every single thing in a new perspective.

Right now, curled up to his body under the warm blankets, my mind swirled many thoughts about this miracle in my life snoring softly by my side. Did I really deserve him? What will I do without him? How can I ever survive without his touch, his kiss, his love? I could feel a tiny tear drop stinging my eye and then slowly I let it flow, damping my cheeks.

I could feel him move under my heavy legs and hands. He softly murmured my name. Ah, did I say that was my holy grail? Yes, every day in the morning he would utter a soft Angela and that makes me close my eyes every single time inhaling his deep morning fragrance. Not, the breath; ugh! But he doesn't mind mine, the first thing he will try to do when he is up, is to claim my lips but I won't let that happens. Eew, I am a hygienic bi*tch!

You see, this is not a cheesy romantic tale of y heart. But, a few reminders of love and how love life should be if you are aiming to hold your horses for the next few years in your love. Love is precious and one wrong turn, shall nip you from bliss. I don't want that to happen.

As my gardening give way to a very ripe fruitful garden, I love to keep the windows open just a teeny weenie bit which allows the morning breeze to whiff through my room. The heavy fragrance of my flower bed down my window shall lighten up the room along with the tiny threads of golden beam teasing the otherwise dark room. Nature was something I used to love and worship. Ah, I am not associating my worship of nature with Lord, no; I just loved to believe God resides in every single atoms of the nature, thus, making me see my Lord every time. Now as I felt his lips murmur my name and the smell of freshly bloomed flowers, it took me away in the train to nirvana. The feeling of being full inside, with the love of my life and nature, transformed me into bliss. Yes, it was bliss that I felt now being under my dear darling lover.

The screen softly purred to life beaming something in the background. I was too engrossed in starting at Alex that I didn't notice the bright red blinking at me behind Alex's back. I rubbed my eyes and squinted at what it was. Ah, it was the alarm clock. But, why was it urgently screaming at me it's 6 in the morning and hey it was Sunday. Hmm, we never keep alarm, so what was the reason? I softly threw my head back onto the pillow with a slight thud and tried yawned softly when suddenly there was banging on the door and Alex stirred groggily. He looked at me then at the door and propped on one elbow to smile at me then ask who it was.

"My foot, open up you damn fool before I break this door down"

"Jack?"

Alex face was crumbled into such a cute expression which instantly widened just like mine as we were poured cold water on us. It was Fabian's MARRIAGE. Ahhhh! I squealed and got up hastily only to tumble down from the blankets that was curled on me. Alex on the other hand flew downward because the weight that was supporting the blanket on this side was loosened making him fall face down with hands flying up. I missed it; he and I groaned feeling pain circulating through us.

"S*** how come we forgot Angela"

"You were erasing every last bit of senses from me last night, so don't blame me."

"Oh my dear God, help me before I strangle this Angel."

I chuckled softly at his prayer and headed straight to shower together. After a long warm shower, we came out and pulled out our dresses for the day.

Ah, I am sorry I never explained before about this wonderful event in between the hassle.

Celine was adamant that we all go together for selecting her dress. Fabian was still waiting because Celine wanted Fabian to wear the same dress color as her and thus we were on this wonderful hunt, more like a mission. Well, I have never been to choosing a fancy dress and never have I been invited. So, to be quite frank, I was quiet all the while without giving them any fashion hints.

The first shop we entered was a very fancy one named Bella Boutique. Kat had a way to lighten any mood and she had a comment always ready up in her sleeve to make everything funny. The first thing she said while entering this one was, "well, isn't this one big flamboyant peacock store." She was a science major in HarvardUniversity and absolute fun to hang out with. Bella Boutique had a large collection but it was all having something over done. Like the first dress I pulled out was a beautiful pale sunshine yellow gown with golden design in the satin inside making it give a sheer glow but the net over in the front starting from the bright yellow sash to the hem of the dress had a tad too much glitter making it look like a "Princess" dress as in any fairytale. The way Celine scrunch her nose disinterested the sales girl. She said, "Maybe you are not too fashionable to know the leading trend. This gown is made by the most famous designer who named this gown as Anastasia. This is a fairytale collection. We have another rack which might suit your taste. Follow me please." Kat mocked her persona clearly not fascinated in her pride.

And we did follow her only to reach where the dress was overflowing with a long something, in the back. Well, don't look at me; I said I don't know anything about fancy dresses. All, I can tell by the look of will be, quoting Kat, "well with that one, I should be standing behind my big sis holding it like a flower girl, duh!" actually she whispered it to me and I chuckled but the salesgirl only glared as she clearly heard we mocking her "best" dresses and pulled out a dress little hastily which as per her was the best of the best and a one piece exclusive dress only available in this store. "Well, it's not like we are going to search for it in the other stores." It was Kat's comment on that I laughed at it. I love this girl.

The gown she pulled out made some of us gasp but not Celine and Katrina. It was actually a pearl white gown having lilac highlights from the middle of an ethereal looking sash having a beautiful fancy lilac gem. It was off shoulders with a bigger plunging neckline but not too much. There was bead work in the torso with little white embroidery. Ah, I am never good at explaining beautiful things but Celine said she didn't like the neckline and the bead works. She left the girl with the dress in the spot she was standing and walked around searching for another best dress. By this time, she was actually pissed off. But she didn't show it and pulled out a pale, very pale baby pink gown which again captured my heart. But, ah, Kat was really a loud mouth, because she asked directly at the sales girl, "What? Is my sister a toddler sucking on a feeding bottle to wear such a baby pink on her wedding?" we had to suppress the laugh but it was true. The baby pink dress was in fact looking a little toddlerish. Sigh, this is going to be one long ride.

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