Two Views

As I looked at the stranger staring back at me in the mirror I noticed her delicate white lace dress sitting atop her fragile body. "This isn't me," I thought to myself, "It can't be,". I'd been awaiting this day for nearly two years now, but really much longer than that. Everything was perfect, from the invitations, to the floral arrangements. But I couldn't help but feel something wasn't right, I wasn't me. The emptiness that lurked in my eyes was haunting. If this is what I've wanted for so long, why couldn't I see the happiness I should be filled with? Laura, my wedding planner peaked her head in, "Five minutes," her words lingered in the room. Five minutes, and I couldn't find my joy or excitement anywhere.

The peonies were an assortment of light pink and white, with delicate crystal vases. The innocence in her eyes matched the innocence of her surroundings. All delicate, white, light pink, lace, and love. She was dressed in a meticulously custom gown that cost more than some peoples first houses. Her Tiffany engagement ring hugged her finger as if it never wanted to let go. As the clock ticked, each second meant a second closer to her cue. Her cue to walk down the isle, to the life she's always dreamed of and certainly deserves.