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I watch as my prince stands, dressed in a fine tux. As I walk down the aisle, I know he is waiting for his fairy-tale princess to join him at his side. The more I walk the more I can imagine standing beside him as we say 'I Do'. He leans down to kiss me as my husband. But as I reach the end of my walk, the fantasy is shattered. I step to the side and listen as the wedding march begins to play. The beautiful bride walks down the aisle toward my prince. I want to scream as my cousin walks to him. But I stand here with a smile on my face, as the prince and princess exchange 'I Do's'. He may be my prince, but I will never again be his princess.