I stood there.
What else could I do?
I already said I would be there for him.
No matter what.
I already said I'd do it for him.
No matter what.
He stood near me. Not too near though.
No one knew.
He turned and gave me a nervous smile.
I smiled widely and comfortingly and enthusiastically and fakely to him.
He smiled a little more confidently, and turned back towards the aisle.
I turned too when the music started playing and she began to walk slowly and elegantly towards us.
She had a small smile gracing her face. He black hair was styled in gorgeous way.
He dress perfectly suited her, her veil covering her face.
I kept the fake smile on my face.
She finally reached him. She stood next to him as it all started.
The start to my end.
Words flowed throughout the room until broken by two other voices.
"I do," she said, her small smile growing slightly larger. She turned to face him.
"I do."
I wasn't surprised.
But still, some part of me was hoping he'd stop and say, 'I'm sorry, Wendy. I can't marry you. Because I'm secretly in love with my best friend.'
But of course you didn't.
You two smiled at each other and shared a tender, hear warming, passionate kiss that killed me on the inside.
You two pulled apart and smiled.
You two mad your ways around the party. Everyone congratulating you.
It must feel great.
To have the one you love, love you.
I wouldn't know.
I sat down outside the church. I couldn't stand to be in there another minute.
I looked up at the clouds that floated by in the deep blue sky.
The deep blue that reminded me of you.
Your eyes, more specifically.
Your eyes deep blue shined when you smiled.
"Hey."
I turn, I knew it was you. I always know your voice.
"Hey," I say turning back to the sky.
You say down next to me, "What are you doing out here?"
"I couldn't stand that crowded place anymore," I stated, only half lying.
You nod and hum.
"Congratulations."
"Oh, thanks," you say as if it slipped your mind you got married.
I nod.
We sit in silence for a few minutes. Neither of us say a word. We both just watch the clouds roll by.
You get up, "I have to go with Wendy."
I nod, "I know."
You nod and walk away.
I feel a tear fall down my face. Followed by multiple others.
"I love you, Stan. I always have and always will, but we both knew we'd never Ned up together."
"We both knew," I repeat to myself.
We were both okay with it.
We were never we.
I knew.
I was okay with it.
I'm not okay with it now.
But it's too late.
