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// Wedding Day 
// Story: Guardian Angel 
// by BloodSweatAndTea 
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Now I know what ponies mean when they say that they can't bare the tension. I've tried everything, from humming a little song to creating enough to do lists to last me the rest of the year. And still, all I can focus on is the sick feeling in my stomach and how I feel a little dizzy every time I think about her walking down that aisle.

I don't know why, but for some reason, all of a sudden I've really started wishing my mom was here. I don't know if the nervousness unearthed it, or the fact that I know that she wouldn't miss this for the world, but I really miss her. I miss her soft, loving hooves, her gentle, caring voice, and just everything about her. I can't help but feel like it's my fault that she missed out on so much that she'd have wanted to see.

But, then I guess I'd have never met Snow. Hell, she'd probably have been flattened by a tree.

I don't think I can wait much longer without losing my sanity. I need Snow right here, as soon as possible. I need her with me. 

I look at the crowd. Most of it is Snow's family and friends. She doesn't understand how much I envy her. She had a good upbringing in a loving family. I had one full of hatred and pain. She had a large family in which she was loved, or at least acknowledged. I had a tiny family, and the only pony who ever showed any signs of loving me got pushed out of the house so that my father could ruin the smaller portion of my life. 

But they say true love can mend a broken heart. So I guess Snow must have done something right.

I couldn't love Snow any more than I already do. She's sweet, with a tiny bit of a sour kick. She's beautiful, both inside and out, she's got a sense of humour, and, most importantly, even though I know that she's not perfect, I still can't see her as anything other than perfect. 

I'm broken out of my daydream by the room suddenly going silent. I glance up at the doorway, to see a pair of very familiar blue eyes catch mine for a quick moment, framed by long, black lashes.

Snowflake.

She gives me a quick grin, as opposed to her father, who gives me a quick glare (seriously, what's wrong with that guy? What did I do to him?), and takes slow, slightly hesitant step forward. Then another. And another. And another. I can feel my heart pounding against my chest as she slowly comes closer and closer into view. I have a perfect view of her face, her icy blue eyes shimmering in the sun coming through the window, a few strands of deep blue hair falling just over them, with a couple of turquoise strands mixed in. Her cheeks are slightly pink, and she has a small smile gracing her muzzle. I'm put in an almost unbreakable trance.

I say almost, because someone sneezed and it made me stop zoning out.

"You look beautiful." I say in a whisper once she gets to the end of the aisle, making sure only she can hear. She blushes a little, only making her look better. I didn't think it was possible.

The vicar starts his usual wedding drone, but I don't concentrate. It's not because it's boring as hell this time (well, it is, but that's not the point), but because I can't tear my eyes off of Snow. I'd always called her my Angel,  but she actually looked like one now, beautiful, and majestic. Someone starts sniffing. Someone else lets out a quiet sob. I can feel tears prickling to my own eyes, but I fight them back.

Snow suddenly starts speaking. She's saying her vows. Her voice cracks halfway through, and a tear rolls down her cheek, quickly followed by a second on the opposite cheek.

I have actually managed to make someone cry from sheer happiness. It's quite a nice feeling, really. I'd had ponies crying from laughter, but not happiness. I've made her so happy that she can't even control herself. They fall slowly, but steadily, like rain.

It's my turn. I repeat them, but don't really take them in. I'm making my own vow to Snow in my head. One to protect her, to keep her happy, and above all, make her know that I love her. 

She says 'I do'. All I have to do is say it too, and them we are officially married. Joined together. One soul. Whichever way you want to put it, we didn't need a fancy ceremony to make us inseparable. We were already inseparable.

I say the words, and it seems like years before the vicar finally says 'you may now kiss the bride'. I've been wanting to do it since I first saw her today. Never have her lips been so sweet, so soft, or so inviting. It seems like ages before we finally depart, but this time I was glad for it. I was quite content with being lost in my own world, kissing her beautiful lips for as long as I could. I finally break away, and gently whisper to her,

"Love you, Angel."

And then she replies back,

"You too, my little Giggle."

But I want to say so much more than that. I want words to be created so that I can tell her just how much I do love her. I've never really been able to use words to my advantage, but it's particularly hard when there are none to describe a feeling of complete and utter devotion. But I think she knows that, too, so she knows that when I say that I love her, I mean so much more than that. It's just that once again, all the words have run out.