Reader’s Favorite.

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Thanks to anyone who voted; I won Reader’s Favorite.

This was our story:

During a silent desperate cry for love, with the least bit of hope in my humble heart, I was able to find my soul mate. After a tough break-up, the last thing I wanted to do was rebound into a bad relationship. But, fortunately, the first thing I did was meet the man of my dreams, and I was left with no choice but to get caught up in a whirlwind romance. My groom was a gift from a friend who saw my plea for love and the introduction became a historical afterthought. When I first met my groom, it was as if I had known him for lifetimes, and the thankfully meddling friend became a God in his own right for helping us come together. My groom and I dated for what would be considered a gust of wind to some, but it was enough to know that we were ready to spend our lives together, and so, together we proposed to a lifetime of love and happiness. On arrival of the dreamy diamond ring, I melted at the thought of everlasting love and how my whirlwind romance was one for the books. In a short few months, a wedding was planned by my decorative, imaginative, and wonderful mother and father, and we came up with a dream-come-true wedding. Our wedding was Hindu, as we came from that background, and as I walked down the aisle, I, the most outgoing person I have ever met, was stunned with speechlessness. I was unable to look at my groom or even the audience who served as witness as I felt shrouded by a halo of beauty and blessings. Once you get past the beautiful wedding and the danceable reception, a reality strikes. Love is not perfect – it’s almost a work of art. You must keep it polished and definitely make sure it’s always in working order with care and dedication. With that, my groom and I have learned the most wonderful lesson in life – the wife is always right. Not only that, but to always live and let live. Things will come when you least expect it, and you will be dazzled by the amazing things life throws at you.

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