Today I went to Cath's wedding today and shed a tear. The bride looked stunning, she glowed. The groom looked calm and handsome. They looked at eachother with such love and longing that I was saddened and envious. Not envious of Cath, because she deserves to be happy and in love. Envious because noone is looking at me with heartbreaking desire and tenderness.
Someday it will be mine... It will be mine... It wil lbe mine...
Someday it will be me... It will be me... It will be me...
Someday someone will want to take me "for better or worse, in sickness and health, until death do we part"...
And then again, it may not.
If it is to be, it will be....