That Night

Your shoes caught my eye first, my gaze aimed firmly on the floor when you stepped into view. Black leather boots, scuffed at the toe - what I now know as your signature look.

Further up I come across simple black jeans, faded slightly to a dark grey. Yet in the dark the colour is hidden.

Now I’m at the checked shirt. I pondered for a while on the colour, flashing coloured lights disguising, what I now know, was red and blue.

Then the clothing comes to an end, I knew if I looked further up I’d be close to catching your eye. But I wasn’t quite ready.

I lingered on your chin, taking in the edges of your jaw. I followed the edge of your perfectly trimmed stubble.

The moment of truth approached as I moved past your nose, clearly broken in some previous rugby game.

Your eyes. My god your eyes. From afar they only looked kind, you were too far for any colour to be noticeable. It was only when you were right in front of me I could take in the beautiful emerald iris.

It was that night, that a part of me knew I would find myself stood here, watching you walk down the aisle towards me. Ready to promise the rest of our lives to each other.