She walks down the street..and even the oak tree cant help but stare..her elegant sway and soft poise. step...step..and the long endless road can do nothing but embrace her steps and ..guide her to the end where she meets him. as her white gown sweeps through the isle,the warm gay crowd cant help but smile, because she looks simply ..dashing.He knows she's his but cant shake the feeling..that feeling of not being worthy of her...of her love..her smile.But when she draws closer to the alter and holds her hand out to him,and he clasps them into his,he knows with certainty that she is and will always be..his

He smiles at her, shiley as though he was meeting her for the first time,
She stiffens her grip on his hand, and a cold chill runs down his spine.
He remembers proposing to her...on that warm Sunday evening,
Not sure that she would find him worthy of such great honor,
But, she said yes! and kissed him.
And now, all his fantasies were coming true, straight from the books...
The guests, the wedding cake, the elegant clothes and jealous suitors,
They were all here to witness him take her home...forever.

And i stand there at the extreme rear..biting at my nails nervously like a five year old,waiting for that moment..my chest thumps and my heart jumps.. Aaa!what we do for love..as the two head to the alter..to the gate opening their years of happiness,.i gather courage and with an outburst "yes..i do..i object to this union.i too deserve a shot at happiness ..don't i? " The once gay crowd turns violent..and i turn into an evil wicked stepsister..they stare..so hard at me...drops of tears drip down my face as i stare hopefully at the groom..the man i once considered ...mine...no hope.. i turn to flee ..then i hear him..he calls out to me...he calls me!!

I stand there, baffled beyond words, foolish almost.
A sarcastic jittery smile covers my face. 
Then I gain the courage to turn around, slowly like I was expecting the ground below me to pulverize.
My once loving and caring "one" walks right up to me, holds my shaking and sweaty hands and says,
"I'm sorry D. It's over, It's been over. You had your chance with me, and you were smart enough to let me fall. But God sent me someone, who was foolish enough to catch me. Please, go home, we have vows to make."
His words stung like a blizzard on my forehead. My stomach turned and I heard my brain laugh at me. What a loser!, it said.

story by apiyo and molly omolo

i.am.sorry.

i said yes

you asked me, and i said yes

why i did it, i do not know

but days ,months later, i wish i didn't

see,... i wish i said 'no' and hurt you then

rather than say 'no' now and hurt you even more...rather than saying yes, but my heart yearning for another

why i kept smiling, i do not know

why i kept saying 'i love you' i cannot fathom

i wish i had let you go...

be with someone that said 'i love you' and meant in

someone that said 'i miss you' and really did