2. Love

I had been here before, twice actually.
I had seen her beautiful warm brown eyes almost seem to glow in contrast to the cream-white dress, the fabric folding over the smooth curves of her calves. I had felt myself smiling as her eyebrows pulled together slightly, showing the determination on her face, and I could almost imagine her thoughts while having to focus on putting just the right amount of weight to balance herself in that favorite pair of silver stelleto heels she found. I swear I could.
I also remember feeling the butterflies being set from the pit of my stomach as she quickly swept that loose piece of glossy brown hair from the side of her face to the back of her ear before she said, 'I do.' And that little nervous laugh she made a second before she spoke, my heart almost stopped dead between beats from the sound of it. I remember feeling that ultimate feeling of happiness, real happiness, as her soft pink lips touched mine, and all I could think was that she was the only woman I'd ever love.

I think, deep down inside, that's why I had to force my smile as she walked down the aisle with green eyes and dirty-blonde hair.