“A Bond Beyond Rituals”

❤️A Simple Dream of Marriage ❤️

In today’s world, marriage has often become an exhibition. The lights, the stage, the glittering decorations, and the long guest lists—sometimes they make us forget the true essence of what a marriage really is. But deep within me, I have always held a different dream. A dream of a marriage so simple, so real, that it is not defined by the number of people who attend, but by the depth of emotions that bind two souls together.When I think of my marriage, I don’t see grandeur or extravagance. I don’t see the endless crowd of relatives who hardly know me, nor the chaos of rituals that sometimes drown the meaning of the occasion. Instead, I see something pure, something intimate. Just a few people, a handful of loved ones—my parents, her parents, and a few close friends who have walked with us in our journey of life. That’s all. Nothing more.

Because to me, marriage is not about pleasing the eyes of the world. It is about connecting two hearts, two minds, and two lives into one shared path. It is about a bond that lasts beyond the wedding day, beyond the celebrations, and becomes the foundation of a lifetime of togetherness.I imagine myself standing there, not in a hall filled with thousands, but in a room touched by warmth and closeness. My parents are by my side, her parents are by hers. There is no distance, no formality, no pretense. Just love, respect, and acceptance flowing between both families. I see her walking towards me, her hands held gently by her father and mother. Their eyes shining with tears—not of sorrow, but of joy. Because they are not just sending their daughter away, they are placing her into safe hands, into a bond that promises care, respect, and lifelong companionship.

That moment will break me. Not in pain, but in the flood of emotions that words can never fully capture. I will stand there, tears silently rolling down my cheeks, not because I am weak, but because I know I have been given the most precious gift of my life. A soul, a partner, a companion who will walk with me through every season of life—through sunshine and storm, through joy and struggle. I don’t need a lavish stage for that moment. I don’t need cameras flashing from every corner. All I need is to feel the weight of that moment in my heart, to let it settle in me forever. Because these are not just rituals; they are promises, written in the language of love and silence.

As I take her hand, I know a thousand thoughts will run through my mind. I will think of the road that brought me here—the ups and downs, the battles, the lessons, and the people who shaped me. I will think of her journey too, the little girl her parents raised with love and care, the woman she has become, and the future she dreams of. And in that very instant, I will realize that life has been kind enough to let our paths meet. My heart will whisper a prayer: “May I always protect her smile. May I never let her feel alone. May I be the reason she feels safe, respected, and loved every single day.” Because marriage, to me, is not a contract signed on paper, but a vow silently carved into the soul.

I imagine our wedding to feel like a Western-style marriage—intimate, quiet, filled with warmth. Not about grandeur, but about togetherness. I want to see the faces of the people who truly matter. I want them to look at us and feel—not envy, not judgment—but genuine happiness that two souls have found their way to each other. And when her parents give her hand into mine, I want to see peace in their eyes. The peace that comes from knowing their daughter will never be alone, that she has not lost her family, but gained another one. That’s the moment that will complete my marriage. Not the rings, not the feast, not the flowers—but that single act of trust, when they let go of her hand, and I hold it firmly, promising never to let go again.

After that, everything else is secondary. I don’t dream of noisy celebrations. I dream of quiet conversations, laughter shared in small circles, and eyes brimming with tears of joy. I want my wedding to feel like a prayer—a gentle, sacred union where every heartbeat echoes with gratitude.Because at the end of the day, marriage is not a single event. It is the beginning of a journey. And how we begin matters. I want to begin with sincerity, with emotions that shake my heart, with simplicity that speaks louder than any grand stage ever could.

I want my marriage to be remembered not for its decorations or its size, but for its purity. A day when two families came together, not to perform a function, but to weave a bond. A day when two souls chose each other in front of those who truly mattered. A day when love was not just celebrated, but felt—deeply, in every breath, in every tear, in every silence. Yes, I want to cry on my wedding day. Not out of sadness, but out of the overwhelming realization that I am blessed. Blessed with a soul who will walk beside me. Blessed with parents who taught me what love and sacrifice mean. Blessed with her parents who trusted me with their daughter’s life. Blessed with friends who stood witness to a moment that will never return.

That is the marriage I dream of. Simple. Elegant. Emotional. A marriage where love is the only decoration, and hearts are the only audience.Because marriage is not about how it looks. It is about how it feels. And I want mine to feel eternal.

Jo❤️