there she goes

as she walk through the runway,the guy in gray suits playing the notes on the keys,the groom is sweating like a pig,as the minister start to open his scripture,i look into her eyes,she look back to me,and i can see in her eyes that she is forced to.now,the minister asked the groom,and he answered,"i do",as expected.here comes her turn,as the minister end his question,she looked at me.i showed to her a very gloomy look.and something i dreamed happen.she run towards me,grab my hand,pulled me out from there.she asked me to drive her anywhere.far,very far from here."so there she goes".said the minister and the groom,simultaneously.

and yeah surprisingly,i'm not the groom,not the guy that take away the bride.i'm just a guy,who sits outside.why do i tell this story?because i have this feeling towards the bride.which is love.and here i am,telling the stories to the others.and in the inside i'm crying.