As she walks down the aisle, I can't help but smile. I can't keep my eyes off her as she glamorously strides in that long white dress that fits her utterly. She is the epitome of perfection. How I love her every outline, her flaws and her perfect imperfections. I guess I am the luckiest man alive – so fortunate to be his best man. Her happiness is my happiness, though it breaks my heart to see her in the arms of another man. Even if I'm not fortunate enough to be the one who she'll spend her last breath with, I will still love her for all eternity – until the end of time. I guess this is the moment I dread, the final goodbye. I will never regret loving her – my best friend, my dream girl, my greatest love. Best wishes my love.
