The young bride throws her bouquet. I sit back, refusing to get up, refusing to pretend that I want to catch a bouquet that means nothing to me, refusing to join the other single girls who wait impatiently.
This is another wedding where I’m simply another spectator, a girl in a pink dress who wonders why she is still single, unattended, and undesired. This is another wedding where I watch a bride who at 22 already knows what she wants, who knows who’s hands she wants to hold onto forever, who knows who’s lips she wants to kiss every night, who knows everything that some of us don’t know yet.
Maybe sometimes we just have to ignore logic, ignore consequences, ignore reasons. I wonder, if we listen to our heart and our heart only, would things work out? By ignoring all the facts and figures and rationalities, would it be possible to fall in love, be in love, whether forever or temporarily?
She strides down the aisle in her white dress, thinking of no one but him. I don’t think life could be any simpler for her…