Daeshim’s and Sade’s Wedding Day

Daeshim’s and Sade’s Wedding Day

Today’s my wedding day. I’m nervous and excited at the same time. My parents aren’t coming and I have accepted that. A few of my cousins are coming, though and I’m looking forward to seeing them. I know that I have made the right decision. I’m madly in love with Sade and I want to spend the rest of my life with her even if it means that I will be ostracized by my parents, grandparents and other members of my family.

Instead of insisting that I marry Min because she’s Korean like me or that I end my relationship with Sade, my family should be more concerned about my happiness. If they truly wanted me to be happy they would accept Sade. It breaks my heart that they have rejected her without even meeting her just because she’s black. Love isn’t a color. It’s a beautiful emotion which brings a man and a woman together. My life really began the day I met Sade and it just keeps getting better each day, especially today when we are going to get married.

I thank God everyday for bringing Sade into my life. I can’t wait to walk down the aisle with her, holding hands and having rice grains thrown at us. I smile at the thought as I check myself in the mirror to make sure I look good for her. I can’t wait to see her and to exchange the vows we have written for each other. Her grandmother will be there with other members of the family and friends. Her uncle will be giving her away. Her family has welcomed and accepted me with no hesitation. Her grandmother has become my grandmother.

Sade and I are getting married at her church. I have attended their services every week and plan to be baptized very soon. The pastor and the congregation have been very warm and friendly towards me. They make me feel like a part of their church family. Sade, her grandmother and I have been invited to lunch several times.

After the church service, we will have the wedding reception at The Zetter Clerkenwell, a Georgian townhouse which one of my co-workers had recommended. One of his cousins had gotten married there. I googled the place online and then, Sade and I visited it and we were very impressed. It’s perfect for small weddings. We will have about 60 guests. It will be a fun and intimate reception.

Afterwards, Sade and I will go to my flat which will be our home and tomorrow, we will be flying to St. Barthelemy, France. We will be staying at the Hôtel Barrière Le Carl Gustaf St Barth. We will be there for two who weeks. I’m really looking forward to waking up every morning to find Sade lying there beside me and falling asleep every night after we have made love.

Smiling broadly, I leave my room and ten minutes later, I’m heading to the church in a limo with my friend, Geoff, who is also my best man. On the way over, we talk about how lucky we were to meet and marry the loves of our lives. I was Geoff’s best man at his wedding. A couple of months ago, he, his wife Christina, Sade and I went for dinner. We had a great time. Christina and Sade hit it off and have become fast friends. I couldn’t be more pleased. One of these days, maybe the four of us could go on a trip together.

“I’m sorry that your parents are not attending the wedding,” Geoff said now.

I shrugged. “I have accepted that they are no longer going to be a part of my life because of Sade.”

“Hopefully, they will come around.”

“I’m not holding my breath.”

Geoff left it at that and we talked about other things until we arrived at the church. Christina was already there because she was Sade’s Matron of Honor. I wanted so badly to see Sade but I had to wait. The time seemed to go slowly but finally, it was time for the service to begin. I stood there beside Geoff, facing the back of the church, my heart pounding as the wedding march began to play after Christina entered the sanctuary. My eyes eagerly sought Sade. She walked slowly up the aisle with her uncle who was smiling. The wedding dress she wore was a beautiful vintage looking one and it looked amazing on her. The sheer veil covered her face. I couldn’t wait to lift it so that I could kiss her.

We stood before each other. I was a little nervous as I said my personalized wedding vows. I wondered if she was tearing up behind the veil. How I ached to see her lovely face but I had to be patient. Then, it was her turn to say the vows which she written for me. The words were so beautiful that they brought tears to my eyes. Then, it was time for us to exchange our vows. My heart leapt in my chest when the pastor said, “You may kiss the bride.”

Eagerly, I lifted the veil and gently pushed it back. Sade’s eyes were wet with tears as she gazed up at me. I cupped her face between my hands and kissed her. Then, holding hands, we walked through the sanctuary, laughing to the sounds of cheering and rice grains being thrown at us.

The wedding reception was fun–great food, good music. The highlight for me was when Sade and I had our first day as a married couple. Then, it was off to our home. I carried her over the threshold and after kicking the door shut with my foot, I carried her to our bedroom.

I set her down beside the bed and hurriedly undressed. I was anxious to feel her naked body against mine. When I was completely naked, I helped her to take off her dress. My eyes ran hungrily over her as she stood there in her bra and underwear. I pulled her into my arms and I kissed her. She put her arms around my waist and pressed against me as she kissed me back.

I don’t know how long we were kissing but I brought it off to press my lips against her neck before covering her heaving bosom with kisses. My hands reached behind her to unclasp her bra and then, I was teasing each nipple with my tongue before I took it inside my mouth. She clutched my head, moaning loudly and driving me insane with desire.

I straightened up and lifting her up, I carried her over to the bed. I put her to lie down on her back then, I hauled her underwear down. Then, I was kissing her all over her body, driving her wild. She clawed at my back as I moved between her legs and cried out when I thrust myself deep inside her. She wrapped her long legs around me as I began to move my hips.

Some time later, we lay there trying to catch our breath. I buried my face in her neck with my arm thrown across her. “Salanghaeyo,” I said softly.

“You said that to me before,” she said. “It was that horrible day when you broke up with me.”

“I don’t want to remember that horrible day.”

“Neither do I. What did you just say to me in Korean?”

“I said, I love you.”

She hugged him tighter, smiling. “I love you too.” They lay like that until they both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, they headed to Heathrow to take their flight to St. Bart’s.

Sources: Luxury Weddings; European Best Destinations; Love, Maggie