Monique was nervous.
madami than that, really. She was deep-down and utterly terrified.
And it wasn't exactly because she was getting married tomorrow. Sure, that did make her nervous, but it was something else.
It was the fact that, to her, she simply wasn't good enough for the man she was marrying. Kowalski.
Kowalski was nervous as well, and this was because he was getting married. He wasn't really certain why that was making him nervous--he couldn't think of anything bad that could happen--but he still got mga paru-paro in his stomach every time he thought about it. So when he noticed that Monique seemed nervous, he assumed she was worrying about the wedding as well.
He decided to talk to her that night. Monique was snuggled in her bed, drifting away, when she felt someone touch her shoulder. Startled, she looked up.
Kowalski slid into kama susunod to her.
"Are you worried about tomorrow?" he asked her.
She hesitated. "Kind of."
"What do you mean?" Kowalski wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
"Well..." she hesitated again. "It's just I don't think I deserve you," she blurted out finally. "I don't think I'm good enough for you."
Kowalski sat up abruptly. "Monique, that's absurd. You're the only girl in the entire world who could ever be good enough for a genius like me."
Monique raised an eyebrow. Kowalski cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Ahem. Uh, what I meant was, I pag-ibig you, Monique. / want to spend the rest of my life with you. Do you with me?"
Monique nodded. "Yes."
Kowalski smiled and lay down susunod to her. "Then don't worry, Monique. There's nothing to be afraid of."
Monique smiled and fell asleep.
"Do you take Monique to be your loving wife, who you will guide through darkness and through light, be with through life and through death, and through pag-ibig and through hate?"
A smile hovered around Kowalski's lips. "I do."
The priest turned to Monique. "And do you take Kowalski to be your loving husband, who you will guide through darkness and through light, be with through life and through death, and through pag-ibig and through hate?"
"I do," Monique said.
"You may halik the bride."
And when Kowalski turned to Monique and kissed her, it was the best feeling she had ever had in her life.
madami than that, really. She was deep-down and utterly terrified.
And it wasn't exactly because she was getting married tomorrow. Sure, that did make her nervous, but it was something else.
It was the fact that, to her, she simply wasn't good enough for the man she was marrying. Kowalski.
Kowalski was nervous as well, and this was because he was getting married. He wasn't really certain why that was making him nervous--he couldn't think of anything bad that could happen--but he still got mga paru-paro in his stomach every time he thought about it. So when he noticed that Monique seemed nervous, he assumed she was worrying about the wedding as well.
He decided to talk to her that night. Monique was snuggled in her bed, drifting away, when she felt someone touch her shoulder. Startled, she looked up.
Kowalski slid into kama susunod to her.
"Are you worried about tomorrow?" he asked her.
She hesitated. "Kind of."
"What do you mean?" Kowalski wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
"Well..." she hesitated again. "It's just I don't think I deserve you," she blurted out finally. "I don't think I'm good enough for you."
Kowalski sat up abruptly. "Monique, that's absurd. You're the only girl in the entire world who could ever be good enough for a genius like me."
Monique raised an eyebrow. Kowalski cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Ahem. Uh, what I meant was, I pag-ibig you, Monique. / want to spend the rest of my life with you. Do you with me?"
Monique nodded. "Yes."
Kowalski smiled and lay down susunod to her. "Then don't worry, Monique. There's nothing to be afraid of."
Monique smiled and fell asleep.
"Do you take Monique to be your loving wife, who you will guide through darkness and through light, be with through life and through death, and through pag-ibig and through hate?"
A smile hovered around Kowalski's lips. "I do."
The priest turned to Monique. "And do you take Kowalski to be your loving husband, who you will guide through darkness and through light, be with through life and through death, and through pag-ibig and through hate?"
"I do," Monique said.
"You may halik the bride."
And when Kowalski turned to Monique and kissed her, it was the best feeling she had ever had in her life.
