She was walking down the aisle,
towards me.
beautiful as she is ; dressed in white.
She smiled as she saw me,
I smiled back,
staring at the perfection.
And then she passed me.
Minutes later..
She was in front of me,
With him by her side.
I shook his hand, and the words came out,
“You’re one lucky bastard.”
He smiled.
I smiled.
She smiled.
