Bermuda Baby!

7 years from now..
(Me and Andrew - 22)

Bermuda. The perfect spot for a honeymoon. There was privacy, a beach, and of course warm weather. Perfect and romantic. And as Andrew put it, if it had some nice wine, it was perfect. And it did.

We spent most of our first day there, the day after the wedding, drinking wine, tanning on the beach, swimming and enjoying the first day as a married couple. It was like a dream come true.

"This is so perfect. God blessed us so much." I said sighing and laying back in my lounging chair, putting on my big shades and smiling. I never wanted to leave this place.

"He sure did baby girl. I told you we would make it this far. This is only the beginning of our lives together." I couldn't help but smile a huge idiotic grin at this. I lifted up my sunglasses and leaned over and kissed his lips and pulled away, still smiling.

As the day was ending, Andrew and I decided we would walk on the beach, our toes in the sand around sunset and just enjoy the romantic view. We were holding hands and with our empty hand, holding our flip flops, well sandals in his case.

"This is so romantic. Andrew, you made my fairytale come true. I've always dreamed of this but never thought I would ever experience it, like I wasn't good enough or something."

"Baby, you deserve more then this. You deserve more then the world. I was made to give you your fairytale, that's why God put me on this earth. I will always make your dreams come true if you just let me, okay?" He said softly as he tightened his grip on my hand. My hair was flowing in the wind perfectly, as I tucked some behind my ear still keeping my gaze on the sand as we walked hand in hand. Ahh.

As the sun started setting we kept walking until we hit the spot where it looked like the sun directly was. As it disappeared beneath the horizon, I wrapped my arms around Andrew's neck and he placed his hands on my hips as he pulled me in for a passionate kiss under the sunset, with me lifting my leg like they do in those romantic movies. This was perfect. Finally, my own love story, my own fairytale.