It's eleven thirty and I am laying on my bed trying to close my eyes. Minutes feel like hours when one is anxious. Tomorrow is the big day. I've been waiting almost a year to commit to my love! Was I getting cold feet? Maybe not, I was expecting this day since everything in our lives got more complex. I was convinced all I wanted was to spend the rest of my life with my boo. And so it was. I spent the rest of my night thinking of the good and bad memories we shared. Everything just showed me how important you are in my life. There it was my wedding day, all the anxiety went away, I was ready. When I began walking down the isle all that I was thinking was how beautiful we look together and how it was "meant to be". As I continued to glide over the white carpet set for me to walk in I say you, in the crowd, smiling. How did you know? Seeing you was like a bucket full of cold water. Then my torture began to take place in my heart. I was standing right in front of the love of my life and for no reason I was thinking of the crowd. "Do you take _________ to be your loving ______ to have and to hold, till death do you apart... I was hesitating to answer. They were all waiting for my answer. And with loving eyes I said...
