Minutes before she was due to walk down the aisle accompanied by her father, I was sitting with her in that little room next to the entrance of the church. She was clutching my hand, or rather, I was clutching hers... trying to calm her down and help her relax. She was worried she would trip over her dress and fall down in front of everyone. Not an unfounded worry, for both she and her dad have difficulty in their movements.

As everyone got into their position, I sat myself on the chair at the last row of the church. I watched as she and her dad walked down together. Her daddy was going, 'one, two, one, two, one, two....'. The guests were all clapping. And as father and daughter walked on, the applause got louder and louder, as if to encourage them on.

At the front stage, her husband-to-be was singing to her.

Quite a pretty sight, I must say.

And yet, as I watched her retreating back, the same recurring thoughts came back. The same thoughts that have been plaguing me for the past few years: How do people decide when to get married? How do they know that they are marrying the so-called 'right' person?

Many have told me it is because of that four letter word called LOVE.

Some said it is because of what they have gone through together.

Others simply felt it was time.

For some reasons, these explanations weren't quite convincing to me. For something as sacred as love and marriage, surely, it has to mean more than all that?

I guess, as an outsider, and as in most cases, it's always more difficult for the 'O's to understand what the 'I's go through.

Well... who knows, one day... Maybe when I eventually walk down the red carpet myself, and march toward my knight in shining amour, I will be able to answer my own question.

Till then...