Wedding

I interlace my fingers with yours. "I love you", I say, my face brimming red. But you are already used to that. You look at me and smile. 
Any other person wouldn't have recognized it as a smile, but I know you better.
I say my vow and so do you, and we watch as the invisible, red string connecting us ever since we met is thickening, glowing.
"So after today, can I call you hubby?" My voice resonates from the walls of the empty hall. Just an empty hall, a table, a delicious dinner and two people face to face.
"No", you say, your smile fading and I give you a grumpy look, ready to name a hundred arguments and Why is your wifey not allowed to call you hubby, huh, punk?!
After all this time we didn't change a bit, and neither did our feelings. Or well, maybe we did change, but we never stopped being ourselves. We never stopped fighting and we never stopped making up, I guess that's what makes us so special. We're irreplacable in each other's life, no matter how many people we meet, and today, there's just the two of us.
I squeeze your hand once, twice, as if I wanted to comfort you, but I'm actually comforting myself. I'm so close to crying that I need to remind myself that after this, it's not over. We're just starting a new chapter.
There are a lot of chapters in our life.
One is called 'Meeting for the first time' and one is called 'Marrying the one I love' and if I had to say, it's the most beautiful chapter by far, at least until now. But once again, this is not the end. After this there are going to be a lot of hardships and a lot of fights. A lot of tears, shouting, anger, jealousy, disappointment. But we shouldn't forget about the times we're happy that we have each other, happy that it's each other we chose to spend the rest of our lives with.
And honestly, if I had the chance to restart my life, I'd still want to meet you again. Fall in love with you again, build a family with you and come home to you, come home to you every single day.
"You're annoying", you say and I'm baffled, cause you show absolutely no delicacy.
"Are you aware of the fact that this is our wedding? Gosh, idiot, at least let me be annoying for one day in my life", I answer, but the look you are giving me clearly shows 'You're persistent and annoying every day though'. Though once again, for every one else, your expression just looks stern.
Well, you're right. I'm persistend and annoying and you're an idiot without delicacy.
And yet, we're going to stay with each other, aren't we, hubby?