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A Short Story: The Wedding
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Older Poems, (2005 - 2008) *This isn't finished yet and I'm still working, adding, and editing. It was just a good thought to go with. It's more of a story than a poem. Hope you enjoy
To remember the minute, hour, day, or even month would be but something just as simple as to remember a birthday rather than just celebrate to be alive. To remember the beginning that seems to be forgotten is a pain she wishes now that she would have written in her journal. How was she to know that years later, she would be standing face to face with the guy she had met so many years ago online, wearing a wedding veil with the perfect wedding dress, having the most beautiful arrangement of a bouquet in her hands? She tries to remember but time at the moment seems to be standing still while waiting ever so patiently for the preacher to conclude the ceremony at the alter.
She turns to look at her friends and family, all anxiously waiting for the words to roll off her lips. She turns to him and has an odd sparkle about her eyes that has never been seen. Mouthing the word "I love you." he squeezes her hand gently and with two agreements of "I do" they are bound together as husband and wife. They turn to leave, she lets out a sigh as her family and friends waves good-bye. Goodbye to the girl that she once was, starting her life over all new--even her name.
