She walked the aisle of the church wearing the most beautiful wedding gown ever holding her daddy's hand. Every eye in that church beamed with splendor. The love of her life stood right there at the end of the walk way...and soon enough she was to hear what she had craved to hear forever..you-may-now-kiss-the-bride...she looked divine...As she stepped up the podium and stood right in front of her man...her eyes shot right across to the very first seat...and she saw everyone she loved in her life...her mum and dad...her little sister...and then she saw him..her best friend...a smile stretched across her face...not a very wedding smile though...
The father read the lines and she kept turning back to see him...see if everything was ok...see if he was smiling or just making himself smile...And then the rings came....and her fingers cold and stiff....made her groom look at her with questions in his eyes...and her eyes didnt reply to any of them...
And then everyone stood up with joy...and the father went... 'You may now kiss the bride...'
She turned back yet again...He looked at her ...and she tried read his eyes... 'jealousy' ?? 'belonging'?? 'pain'?? 'anger' ?? but she could read none of them....because it was hope that made his eyes sparkle...a hope that made him believe she wouldnt kiss...
She turned to her man...and turned back again...
She wasnt sure then...she still isnt....
