There he was. I stared deep into his eyes, perfection. Everything was perfect, the church bells rang, Paula Tiffany Oakly sat in the front row on the marriage day of Megan and Tyler Oakly. The priest moaned on. The words were on the tip of my tung, I do. "If anyone has any objections speak now or forever hold your peace." The back doors swung open, "I OBJECT". It was Troy. I turned to Tyler and he starred at me astonishment in his eyes, hope drained as he realized what happened, as he realized we were a love story interrupted.
