Just a Glimpse

My sister got married this weekend, and I can honestly say I haven’t felt as happy as I did at her wedding in a very long time. All of my friends and family gathered to watch as she committed herself to one of the best men I have met in my life.

It’s funny how it’s so much more weighty when someone so close to you gets married. I’ve seen friends and friends of friends get married, but it didn’t hit me how much it meant until this weekend. Funny enough, marriage is romanticized most of the time. The reason it was so special is not because this leads to a happily ever after for her and her husband, but because I know that they will come out on the other side stronger and better despite all of the roadblocks they are sure to meet along the way.

I have so much more to say about my sister’s wedding, but I’m still reeling a bit.

For the first time in ages, I felt longing for Love of my own. I am comfortable being single, but I saw how my sister looked at her husband as they exchanged vows. Later, I saw how he looked at her while replaying the wedding video. I want a look like that in my eyes, and I want someone to look at me that way in return. I want my friends and family to gather and shed tears of joy over a sure, true Love that I am in the middle of.

The sad part of the story is that I now sit at my desk, once again awaiting the clock to strike three so I can curse the drivers on my 45-minute drive home where I will sit and rest, play some music, and maybe call a friend to discuss my sister’s beautiful wedding. All the while, the sense of sonder escapes me and those around me as we all live so separately. Why are we so oblivious to one another’s joys and sorrows? Why do we always strive to be the protagonist yet fall short and become just another supporting character?

I wish we could all just strive to be supporting characters with Love as the protagonist, offering us a glimpse of the limelight. Then everybody’s story would be told and retold with equal fervor.

The theme of Life would finally be Love.

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