Ijekiel

The bells rang and the people cheered. The birds chirped and the sun rose like the star is was. As of time stood silent and still, everyone inside the golden and lovely church stood like a quill. The doors opened revealing a beautiful blonde in a wonderful long colourful dress that had resembled her jewelled eyes, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

She took one stepped and her jewelled eyes turned to the groom, her eyes filled with love and admiration to the man she was about to marry.

The same man I used to love.

He stood in front of the altar, he looked dashing in the black wedding tux he wore, everything about him was always dashing. He looked at her and his eyes filled with love and happiness.

While mine was filled with regret and despair. I thought he was mine. He said he was mine. What a good liar…

A tear escaped the eye that should be looking at me, as a smile graced his handsome face. My heart ached, I wanted to be her. If I can't be her, then I at least wanted to forget.

Yet he invited me to his stupid wedding.

How am I suppose to let go of someone I never had?

Ah...I never stood a chance in the first place, did I?

For you are the night, and she is your star. The one who gives light into your darkness and the one who mended your scars.

And I'm the one holding a telescope, watching you embrace her from afar.

"You know, when we were little you were always bothersome, noisy, rude and loud. You were frail just as you were strong and I never imagined this day would come."

She looked at him and smiled, his words obviously charming her as he did with mine.

I cried in lonely ness while she cried In joy.

"My light, my sunshine, my life. I will love you. Today, tomorrow, until my last breath."

A story of love, but not ours.

Just like that, I finished my own wedding vow.

Not for him, but for somebody else.

My sister, Alanis

A happy ending, but not for us.

Because in this love story, us, is only a chapter.

A once upon a time with no happy ever after.

And he leaned to kiss her lips, To the skies above I whispered a wish

My love is old and untrue yet it wasn't lies like you.

I wish you well, maybe a bit to burn in hell.

But I remember so clearly on September, when you where mine.

Maybe back then it wasn't lies yet to me it was golden and it was full of prime.

Thank you, because your love was once mine.