Those dark brown eyes,
looking into mine.
Wearing the lehanga she always liked.
Walking down that aisle.
And stepping and destroying all the scenarios,
I always created in my mind.
She looks beautiful,
just like she did when she was 16 and left the city,
breaking my heart into pieces.
Life's crummy right now,
because I never confessed my feelings.
But who knew that the girl of my dreams will be marrying a firrangi.
And I'll be standing here regretting all of my actions,
at her wedding.