That One Special Person

My cousin got married on the weekend. The ceremony was a short and sweet affair on the beach. It was a beautiful sunny day and everything about it seemed perfect. I’m happy for her and her new husband. I hope they have a wonderful life together.

The wedding was amazing. I have been to several weddings in my life and most of them have been good. This one, though, struck me as being romantic and perfect. It was nice to see that but it also made me a bit lonely.

At one point in the evening, the DJ asked everyone who was happily married to stand up. Almost everyone in the room was standing. I wanted to shrug and hide under the table. It hammered home the fact that I haven’t found my soul mate yet. Everyone at my table already had, my cousins. Two of the couples had been married for six years and one for ten years.

I am happy for all of these happily married people in my family. I wish them all the best, who knows, maybe one day I will be in their illustrious group. Till then, I guess I am still on that search for that one special person.