How is it

That we walked down the same aisle

But I came alone

And no one batted an eyelid

But when she came

There was a procession,

Everyone’s breaths hitched

I felt a slight twitch of jealousy

At all the grandeur

It was my day too after all

And then…

I saw her

The radiant smile

The waving out to the guests

The little dance she because why not?

We wore the same colours

Yet she looked better

Better than I’d ever seen her before

More beautiful than I’d ever had time to notice

That’s when I realised

No, today isn’t about both of us

It’s all about her

And always will be

And I didn’t mind anymore

My envy was replaced by fulfillment

That I was the one making her feel and look this way

That I was the reason behind her radiance

And I swore there and then

To always be that source

To always keep that radiance intact

To always make her feel this important

 

 

 

 

In response to text prompt number 15