I watched as she walked down the aisle, she looked like a princess that walked out of a book. 

 But I know that this is not how she liked to dress. If it were up to her, she’d wear a white tuxedo or even a tank top with a pair of sweatpants.

 As she stood infront of my friend, her fiance, I could see the faint sadness in her eyes. They no longer had the shine they used to have. She looked like a bird in a cage then the wild one she was before. 

 My heart tugged as the ceremony went on. I loved her but she was not mine. Our families didn’t get along. So her parents arranged a marriage between her and my friend who came from a wealthy family. 

 I watched as she left with her new husband. And I just stood there as the clapping and cheers became disoriented. 

 The room cleared out but I remained, sitting down on the ground. Tears stinging my eyes as I tugged at my tux. 

 I had to let her go but it hurt so much. She was my friend and much more.

 We met when I moved into the neighborhood when I was ten. Since then she has stuck by my side, going to each other’s houses and playing in the woods even though we’d get in trouble afterwards. 

 I wanted her to be with me for the rest of my life as lovers but now she’s someone elses. 

 I love her but this is goodbye.