I just attended a friend's wedding the other day. It was held at a quaint little church by the waterside. Sanfred was looking handsome as always, while his bride looked like an angel.
The crowd was just about the right size, with only those who genuinely cared to be there at their wedding being present in attendance, instead of every known person attending. It was far from The Big Fat Indian Wedding that one is normally accustomed to. And it was a very pleasant change.
The food was great, the music was excellent. Everything was just so perfect.
It was a piece of heaven, then and there.
I realised, for the first time, that marriages truly are made in heaven, and for me it wasn't simply an over-used cliche anymore.
To put it in one word, it was beautiful. In the true sense of the word.
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