Already one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, she could have been straight out of an old painting as her father escorted her down the aisle to stand with her groom. She wore white. She's one of few women who deserve to wear white on her wedding day, if you know what I mean. It truly represented her being, her soul, her honor.
I wore brown and black to her wedding. And funny enough, this combination probably best represents the state of "me".
Don't get me wrong; I'm a firm believer in love, marriage, and commitment! I'm just still incredibly jaded and incapable of believing that men really have it in them to commit to one woman, for better or for worse, for the rest of their lives.
I don't think I can, in good conscience, wear white on my wedding day.
I'll likely marry eventually. I hope and pray that what I feel for the person I commit my life to is half as intense as what I saw in her eyes when she promised herself to him.
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