I sat there on my wedding day. It was suppose to be the happiest day of my life, so I wondered. Why was I upset? That was the question I avioded asking, because if I was honest with myself, I knew why I was upset.
Did I even love him?
I did my hardest to block out my thoughts and I smiled and wiped my tears. Of course i do. I said, but I didn't.
I sat there in my wedding suit. I wore my dress. It was pure and white, with lace white underneath and the top had silver rhinestones. I had always wanted to get married, but why was I crying then? I thought about Jack. He loved me so much. Sometimes it was too much. when he would hold me, I felt safe.
I thought back to when we met. I must had loved him. I thought, so why don't I know?
In my hand, I held the rose which he had given to me. I know what ever he done, he meant well, but at times he just annoyed me. He was everything I wanted, so why has it changed? So many thoughts circulated my head. I then looked at the rose. It's deep blood red coluor and emerald thorn. I then ripped of the petals. And then a thought flashed through my head. I don't like roses. So did Jack even know me as well as I thought.
I then saw th window and stared at it desperately...
It wasn't that long to the bottom. I had to go. I had to run. I couldn't possibly stay.