what_would_you_change_if_you_could Anna_Began Chances are, I won't ever be a bridesmaid. You want something complicated? This is complicated. The church accents were red. Red means something to me, but I haven't figured out just what yet, and I know it isn't purple. He looked different than before; had gained quite a bit of weight. You looked breathtaking. It was one of those occasions where you've seen something a million times and for just some reason, that moment, it steals your breath away. I was tearing up before it all began. Thinking about even without perfection, this is how far we've come. This is where our lives have led. Me, sitting near the back of the church, with this boy you've only met once before. You in a dress, in a place, you'd mentioned never ending up, ever. Looking at a cheater, standing next to a stranger. I'd have probably put small chocolate baseballs into some sort of tulle aparati. We'd have celebrated his induction and your nuptials. There would have been potato skins, but lunchmeat and Waldorf salad too. I'd have been at your side during the entire day; holding your veil, bustling your dress, actually speaking as would be expected. I realized yesterday how far it is I am from returning to where you stood yesterday. Strange situations brought me to this point and strange situations swept over me last night. The saddest thing is, I can't see how this will change a thing. 041003 what's it to you? who go blather from