[ WP ] When you grown up , you saw everybody wearing a white mask except you - you never saw anyone face . After your marriage , your partner take of his/her mask .

Until Noah I spent my life hidden. Hidden among a sea of familiar and faces that were exactly the same. Everyone was forced to wear these plain white masks. Of course, you could get glimpse; eyes, lips and hands were considered incredibly seductive. Scratches on someones mask seemed to tell some profound and untold story. The government believed this would fix racial issues, let people get through life without as equals. 
 
 
 I fell in love with Noah for his laugh and kinda heart. In a world where we all looked the same he could identify you and remembered everyone's names. Forever able to make you feel special in a sea of common. 
 
 
 Our marriage was plain and simple. Six people attended and we dined at the local restaurant. We sat there are dozens of stories were being told around us at other tables. Looking through the restaurant window no one would be able to tell it was our wedding day expect for the fact that I was in a white cotton dress. There were stories of big extravagant events, but that was from a time were people sought to be remembered. I sat in the busy restaurant with his hand in mine. 
 
 
 We went back to his apartment, now our apartment. Heard the door click shut and something hit the floor. I turned and saw the most beautiful man. We did n't speak because words could barely touch first one look and its meaning. I slowly undid the satin ribbon with a slight hesitation. My hands trembled with anticipation. Having barely looked at myself this was a experience that was new and foreign. Instantly I was caught up in his arms and we shared our first unobstructed kiss. 
 
 
 Some couples will never experience a first look. Some will live and die behind that mask. And for all the amazing experiences, our first kiss will always stay with me. That night I felt naked, vulnerable, and secure all at once. On our first night, I felt alive.
