I sit here quietly waiting for the bride to walk in. The wedding so beautiful how all weddings should be like. I got invited to my best friend's wedding, I'm happy for him he found the love of his life and I'm getting to witness them seal their love with marriage. The music starts to play and we all stand looking at the door for where the bride will soon enter.
She enters carefully walking not to step on her dress but it seems like she is rushing to get to her to-be-husband. She finally gets up to the alter standing in front of him catching a glimpse then straightening herself and looks directly at the priest. I can't help but space out on what the priest is saying, memories if flowing through my mind, so many memories I can't help but smile.
It's time for them to say their vows and I can't help myself but to feel anger and sorrow. it should be me up there not her...we've been through so much together. I held your hand when you were crying, I was there when you were at your best and your worst! after everything we've been through how can you forget about me? . I tune back in and hear him say his vow " My love, our love will forever go on like the fountain of youth for our love is like that fountain never-ending until my dying days I will love you till my youth runs out and I become old and grey"
I've never felt so much anger in a short period of time. He said the exact same thing he told me on that one faithful day where I had confessed to him. after the vows were said the priest told them that they could now finally kiss. He grabbed her hips, pulled her in, and kissed her. I looked away I couldn't take the betrayal of that man I used to call my lover. He told me he loved me, he promised me that the water fountain of our love would never go out but he here is kissing her with the kiss that should've been meant for me, not her, was I so naive to believe that the man I loved with my whole heart found another? or was I just a plaything for him to mess around with?. My heart broke at the sudden thought that my feelings for him were just something he could play with. I shook my head quickly not trying to cry at this wedding. I regained back my posture and put a smile on my face. I was too young to understand that I was the fool on strings to be played with and to be left to rot and you were just a mire puppetmaster looking for something to play with.
