Every step I took down the lavish aisle felt like an eternity, with each step serving as a countdown and when I finally reached him – Arlo Frantz – a man in his tailored wedding suit, I was pulled back to reality.

His unwavering gaze locked with mine, not even with the sea of camera flashing behind us, immortalizing this moment with photographs and videos.

He held my trembling hands with his and the crowd quieted down. His grip was warm and the way he brushed his thumb against my palm grounded me, or claimed me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking right now and what this gesture meant....