I'm sitting here trying to wrap my head around everything and it just makes it worse. There's a piece of silk wisteria sitting in front of me a painful reminder of what's happened in the last two weeks. It's all that's left of a broken and crushed dream of the wedding I wanted. The one I had thought would be perfect but now that's all that I have left. I still have the rings, the boy and the hopes of getting married just nor with the wedding and the family and friends.

I'll come back later to lick the wounds of my broken heart.