A Tale of Lovers

Footsteps echoed on the broken walls of the church. Anticipation paved the narrow way to the altar of eternal vows. There on the isle painted with the colors of exhilaration, a woman dressed with eternal commitment is walking histrionically with tears carved with joy. For this woman knows that once she stops at the edge of her path, a man, with honour and everlasting love shall draw his hand before her and shall bring her forth to the altar where vows will be tied on their hands. The man before the altar is the man I cherish the most in my life. But the woman he is holding now is not me---- and will never be me.