Bride by Design

Halfway through her walk, her secretary appeared. Helena stopped to hear what he had to say. My vision for this long awaited day shattered when she tossed her veil away.

"Excuse me!"

The sound of my heart breaking into tiny little pieces was deafening and the murmurs of shocked family, friends and guests were muted. The wedding official's voice cut through.

"Are you ok, dear?"

Was I?

For someone who was left standing at the altar...

A jilted bride...

I pushed the pain away, "I'm alright."

The signs were always there. I only have myself to blame for the humiliation I had to suffer again today.
I fell in love on my own so it was only fair to hurt alone.

Fairy tale endings weren't for everyone; I knew this at the back of my mind.

I may be foolish for thinking it but I always believed love has requirements; a beautiful face, a kind heart, deep pockets, a backbone - the list goes on. The requirements to be loved in return varied in proportions.

So...

Did I meet the standards?

I had the money to entice her family. I had the backbone to stand by my decision to marry. I have a heart that loves her alone. I just fell a bar under beautiful. One could say I was passable.

Somewhere along the line I must have missed and failed a mark...

Just passable...

Maybe that was the reason why she just passed me by.

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