The Man I Left at the Altar

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a fairy tale wedding with friends and fa

rried to a man who was as beautiful as the Greek g

parents' and family congregated to witn

d mystified at the grandeur and

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ght scared t

to my father's arm. His eyes were full of light, while mine were pure of

s, careful not to say the wrong thing, when the hymn to my favo

ests filled the silence. White daisies, tulips and dahlias filled the place.

. Even from afar I could feel the love and happiness radia

h him. So, without any goodbye, I removed my hand fr

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because he was broody or arrogant. But because it was difficult

like a him. A man whose soul was as dark as him. B

former stripper. The worst part is, everyone remembers him as the stripper who bedd

He was beautiful. Yes indeed. But underneath the cold facade he carries

feed his younger brother and ill mother. He was ten at that time. Too young for him

od and medicine for his family. But it was useless. Because day

r. Fifteen when he lost his brother

He would often tell me how he would wander around town not caring if he

e stripper and so many more names that pained me to hear from thei

is so much different from the mask he

joy, love and carefreeness. Often times he would

of the pain he had to endure in the past. This man before me has gone to hell and back but he persevered and ma

ine. As I

dering in this endless wo

are together

ls, wanderin

ouls, find

ouls unite

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