There I was standing in a room full of people in a white wedding dress. I was getting married to a man whom I thought was perfect. When I saw you sitting there along the aisle my mind went in all sorts of directions. I couldn't think straight. It was something you did quite frequently. I felt my heart skip and my intake of oxygen start to slow. The priest was saying something but I wasn't paying any attention. I would look at you and for a few seconds we would catch each other's glance. I couldn't help but want you up here with me instead of him.
"... your husband." Crap. What did he say before that?
"Yeah," I responded quickly. What did I do? I quickly looked at you when I realized that you being up there with me was a dream. You nodded your head and smiled. I walked down the aisle right past you, regretting every step I took.
Our relationship was strong. We talked and fought about everything. Even though our talks turned into fights and our fights turned into pain and tears we were still together.
At the reception one of the poor people who were working it handed me an envelope. I smiled at him pretending as if nothing was bothering me. I opened the flap and took out a small piece of paper with the familiar handwriting that belonged to you. I hesitated at first to read it, but I knew I would eventually read it. It was better to get it over with then.
Karen-
Congratulations. I am pleased to see you on your wedding day. You look absolutely stunning but, you always do. I'm sure you'll be very happy with your new husband. You've been hurt so many times in the past and I blame myself for that. I am terribly sorry for the amount of times that I've hurt you or made you cry. I loved you so much then and I still do now. I thank you for all your love in return. I hope to see you soon. And hopefully you'll be smiling instead of looking like a deer in the headlights. See you soon.
-Will
I was in tears and I couldn't stop. I went to the restroom and washed my tears away along with my makeup. I looked at my simple pale face trying to persuade myself that getting married to Stan was the right choice. I took a deep breathe trying to calm myself. I left the restroom and went back to my reception.
I smiled and laughed as if nothing was wrong. It seemed like days before I went home. Stan was getting ready to leave. I had already packed a suitcase and had it by the door. I quickly changed out of my dress into a blue jacket and pants. I caught a quick glance of myself in the hallway mirror. It was then that I made my choice.
I walked down the long hallway toward the hotel room. I knocked on the door and when it opened I couldn't help but smile.
"Is this too soon?"
