I do (Part Two)

(The second part of what I came up with at dawn today.)


She is angelic and delicate at this most important moment. From where I stand, I could only stare at her staring at him. I whisper behind the hard wood, praying that I will one day accept the reality that I could never make her happy. She turns to my direction once again. This time she does not settle for a quick glance, as she must have seen the broken man peering through the cracks on the heavy chapel doors. She waits for me and I do nothing. I do nothing but wait for her to say, 'I do.'

I do (Part One)

(Just something I came up with at dawn today.)

I am unsure and undecided at this most inappropriate moment. I do not love this man, that is for sure. But he is good to me and he loves me. I wish I could say he makes me happy as well. I look over to my left one last time today. The entire chapel is devoid of signs of intervention. I have run out of time as I must have been staring at the aisle for too long. The minister calls my attention. I panic and say, 'I do.'