I'm trying to remember exactly what to say.

But it's like the verses of a song, or lines of memory. They appear, and then flit away.

So while I'm staring at you, waiting for your undoubtedly idiotic reply.

You gawk and gape and gargle a lot, and I force myself not to cry.

I won't ask. I won't even bother. You and her were meant to be, I guess.

But even if you weren't, now it wouldn't matter. You in a tuxedo, her in a dress.

I hate having to fake a smile. I'd like to spill something sticky on her shoes.

Or maybe I'll toss her dress tails into a candle, but then I'd have to explain it to you.

So I'll stand in front, the maid of honour at the wedding.

And hope to God I don't cry.

Because if I do, you'll hold me close.

And then it'll leave me wondering why.

I waited too long, maybe I joked to much.

Screwed around with your head, left you without a touch.

I've come to expect that we'd always be this way. Friends with a secret, too much to say.

But I waited, and you waited, and I guess the time was never right.

I'm surprised I didn't hear you crying in the middle of the night.

But weddings are happy, and have you ever seen me cry?

So I'll sit, with this forced smile, in the midst of my untold lie.

I said I didn't Love you, and that wasn't entirely true.

I didn't mean what I said just then, it was just something to do.

You asked me, off the spur of the moment, and it scared me almost to Death.

So you can see why my negative reply came almost as one, choked breath.

But you were you, and you were blind.

Not as blind as me, not in the eyes, but in the mind.

Sugar always said so. She says that you were a fool.

But her smile is in understanding, so I gruffly say it's cool.

I don't want her to worry, cause that'll leave me as the fool.

So the tears in my eyes might not be from sadness.

Maybe these shoes just hurt.

My fists are clenched, but it isn't from madness

If anyone objects to this union...

I shut up. Didn't wail, didn't blurt.

So it was done. You kissed the bride.

I'm only thankful I didn't have to watch.

But the cake-fight afterwards was just a little too sincere

because the chances to my future have been botched.

Losing the love of your life isn't fun. Though you're always only a few feet away.

Now, years later, I look back and smile, to think I was so jealous on that day.

Maybe it was me, I should've told you how I felt.

But you're an idiot, and you would've screamed, your way of having dealt.

But you're my idiot, though you're her joy.

No more a china doll, I grew up, and became a toy.

Wind me up, and set me down.

I could say you broke my heart.

But neither of us knew the difference, from Love or what we felt, so we fell apart.

So much wiser, after so many years. I know now, what to say.

And the final words are true.

I could say everyone's life changed in so many ways.

All it took was two words...

I do.