On the day of my wedding, dressed and prepared, I imagined it was Maxie I was marrying. Just thinking about it had me blushing and smiling, glowing and happy.
I kept up the fantasy until I entered the room, and there, standing by the altar was Bob.
I wanted to turn and run. I didn’t. I continued to walk, carefully, more interested in my presentation than the reality.
More concerned about my enunciation then the words I said. I didn’t glance at the pews, for I knew Maxie was there. And if I saw him, I don’t know if I could continue.
So, we said our ‘I Dos’ and there it was.
I had married Bob.