The Loved, Lost & Forgotten

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
He has eyes only for her. She looks everywhere but him.

He'd never felt so lost before.She deserved a man who was going to put her first. It wasn't him.

She looks at them making the mistake they will regret forever. She simply looks and remains forgotten.

Submitted: May 26, 2017

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Submitted: May 26, 2017





He waits for her. The one he loves. She’s right there, a few feet away from him, on the other side of aisle.

Then why does he feel like they’re worlds apart?

She looks beautiful, decked in white, everything he has ever dreamed of. He can hear the silence that falls upon everyone as she steps into sight. They gaze at her. Some with regret, some with jealousy but most with awe.

He tries to catch on to her eyes, the green orbs he loves to stare at and could do it for the rest of his life with her. He has eyes only for her. She looks everywhere but him.

He can see the bouquet of white lilies clutched tightly in her hand and her father’s arm in the other. Is she holding on for dear life or to the fear of letting go?

She takes one step forward, one heeled slipper against the soft carpet. One slow step towards him.

Shoulders straight, head held high, her every part moves towards him. Except her eyes, her eyes betrays them both. They keep glancing back to one particular spot. Or one particular someone.

He follows her gaze, as painful as it is to do so, to the centre of her attention. It is a man. A man who he has known as long as she’s known him.

It couldn’t have hurt him worse. A stranger he could handle, but his best friend was something that unsettled him.

It wasn’t a surprise. It was an epiphany. He’d always known. Not for sure, but the tendrils of doubt had always remained.

They’d always gotten along. Always understood each other perfectly. But his best friend understood her better. His best friend was always the better choice, then why did she choose him?

He glances back at her. She’s looking at him now. Not in the way that he wants. Not in a way that any woman should look at her groom as she’s walking down the aisle.

She looks at him with uncertainty.

His fists clench, so hard that his nails bite into his palms.

This is a mistake. A mistake. A big mistake. That’s what her eyes and his heart scream and yet his mouth remains mum.

The silence is deafening. His mind is racing. He should stop this. It is a mistake. A mistake both of them will regret later for the rest of their lives.

She holds her hand out to him. His to take. His, but never completely.

The priest begins to speak.




He catches her green eyes glancing back at him with every step she takes. He has never felt so lost before.

She has always been his biggest ‘what if’, she will always be. She will always be the shoreline, and he, the water that’s closest to it, but never a part of it.

They had always been friends. Best at it, but he was never sure. There was always that doubt. What if they were more? What if he didn’t already have someone to love? What if he’d met her first? So many questions. None having an answer.

Answers and time were always scarce.

She deserved a man who was going to put her first. She was lucky she found one, he wasn’t. It was his best friend.

Now, here they were. Him with his past and her walking to her future. The pressure on his arm brings his gaze back to his wife. She looks up at him, wrapping her arm around his tighter, more secure, as if he would disappear if she didn’t.

She gives him a weak smile, mirroring his. She knows. She has always known. If not for her, he would have been there waiting for the woman in white today.

He looks back, the priest is speaking. She has her back towards him. He wants her to look at him again. One last glance at those green eyes. One last time, before all the doors are locked. Before all chances are lost.

Should he run? To her or away from her?

She could never be his past and he would never be her present. The priest questions, ‘Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The silence is deafening. His mind is racing. This is a mistake. Has always been and will always be. He should go to her. He shouldn’t. He doesn’t know.

The priest continues.



She looks at them from the side-lines. Looks at them making the mistakes they will regret forever. She simply looks and remains forgotten.

She can’t blame them. The only one to blame is herself.

She looks at her friend, once the closest person she had, and now a complete stranger. She looks at the trouble in her eyes. The fear. The uncertainty.

They used to be close friends once. Attached at the hip. Inseparable. And then they weren’t.

Now she’s just a name among the guests. One to be included just because she meant something to the lady in white once. She is someone meant to be forgotten, but isn’t completely.

But she knows. She knows her so well. She knows her friend isn’t ready for this marriage. She will never be, not if she has another in mind. She knows.

Years apart don’t matter when you know the very foundation of a person. The way they grew up to be. The way they were meant to be. She has always known her so well and her knowledge doesn’t fail her at this moment.

Sadly, it is not her time. Nor her right. She is no one now. There was a time she had a right to everything her friend did. A right to correcting her, guiding her, judging her. She has lost it all.

She was so busy, so absorbed with the changes around her, that she left behind the one constant in her life. Now that that constant has changed, she is helpless.

She can see her friend struggling. She’s torn up between what is right and wrong. Nothing is black or white, but varying shades of grey.

They say their vows now. She can hear that slight wobble, the hesitancy in her friend’s voice that no one probably notices.

She should speak up. Stop her from making this mistake. She should just pull her to the side. Give her a hug. Tell her it’s okay to be confused. Stop her from committing this emotional suicide.

The priest asks them to exchange rings.

The silence is deafening. Her mind is racing. This is a mistake. She should say something. She doesn’t have the right. She should stop this. Stop her. Stop.

She places the ring on his finger.


It’s too late.

Two words.

One phrase.

“I do”


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