Shaky Hands

It is with shaky hands that he begins to tie the knot around his neck, trying to remember how to tie a damn neck tie like you told him.

He concentrates on the mirror and his hands and avoids eye contact with the people milling around behind him - clinking glasses and the boys are rowdy, already tipsy with their shots of liquid courage.

He needed some liquid courage.

But he wasn’t going to let himself give in. Not now. He needed to be stone cold sober today.

A few hours later, when he stands, waiting for you in the buzzing chapel, he prays and thanks every God he can think of for this moment.

And his breathes falter when he turns to see her, white and pure and beaming as she glides towards him.

His hands take hers and it’s just them. Alone in space and floating in their own little world.

It’s with a shaky voice that he says “I do.”