The pomp and circumstance of the royal wedding is straight out of a fairy tale. The magnificent church, the handsome prince and beautiful princess, the diamond-encrusted tiara, the horse-drawn carriage... it is all spectacularly surreal. The story of Prince Charming and Cinderella live on through the marriage of William and Kate.
I have to confess though that I was much envious of Kate, so much so that I told my sister last night that I wouldn't watch any part of the wedding. I had such an epically abnormal crush on Prince William in high-school that I collected anything and everything that had his face on it. This included numerous photos of his head that I cut out and a book titled William. Even my friends knew of my obsession and I began receiving souvenirs with his face plastered on it. One of my friends even framed a photo of him laying in the sands on some coast and gave it to me as a present. My history teacher visited England and came back with a spoon with William's face at the handle for me. I dreamed about going to England and meeting him by chance, and of course, falling in love and becoming a princess. I made the trip to England in 2008 and visited the Buckingham Palace and Westminster Abbey, but alas, we never did chance upon each other.
My obsession with William has since significantly subsided; his face no longer gives me the butterflies and weak knees like before. Yet, why did jealousy still reared its ugly head? Did I wish it the princess was me instead? That's no entirely untrue. But then as I watched the replays of the wedding, something kicked the jealousy straight in the face and reassured me of the happiness and promise that's out there in this world. Before the ceremony commenced, William was standing next to his bride, Kate, whose father had just walked her down the grand isle. In a private moment of unguarded happiness, William looked at Kate through her silk veil, and whispered, "You're beautiful."
Love is, indeed, beautiful.
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