Wedding Reception Gathering

Two weeks away from graduation, on a black and white Saturday night, at a bar in downtown Orlando, our angels schemed to bring us together. Not really in the mood but wanting to hang out with my friend, I said, okay. Meanwhile, my future husband was trying to grab his friend to come with, but to no avail. Entonces, solo vino, he came alone. Oddly without the urge of our own desire we felt the need to go out. Soon enough though, everything would make sense when we found each other across the bar rooftop and said hello. All the colors filled in that black and white night and paved the way for many more synchronistic and inconceivable confirmations, that could be whispering only one thing. This was meant to be.