I would like to watch you and hold you and never let you go. For all this time we were together and now.... Now you are going away. You are leaving me and I feel as if my heart is being ripped out.

I feel as if God sent you to me with a whisper and a promise, and now you are leaving me. How can I deal with this loss? But I suppose it's not really a loss. You will still be there, just not with me.

Tears threaten my calm exterior, threatening to show you how weak I am, how can I let you go? Why should I let you go? Life doesn't exactly seem fair to make me do that; but then again, life isn't always fair is it?

Life delivers so many things and then takes them away. You are one of them.
I watch you, and God! I realize just how beautiful you are. Your light brown hair falling over your shoulders in curls, your brown eyes illuminated in the light, burning with happiness, and love that I only recognize vaguely at times. But it is no longer directed solely at me. I think that is what hurts most, that you don't love me anymore. Oh you love me; just you don't love only me now. There's someone new for you to love.

When I met Him, I wanted to pummel Him. He stole you from me, but I knew from the moment that I saw you with Him, that He loves you as much if not more than I do. I don't know how that's possible, but it is.

I watch you as you turn in front of the mirror, the gown you are wearing is shining, making you look so much like and angel. When did you become one? Why didn't I see it before now? Perhaps that is why you are leaving, because someone has caught you as the angel you are.

I watch you as you walk toward me, your beautiful face smiling. You hold out your hand to me, your voice flowing over me like a melodious song, so melancholy in my heart, and yet so wonderful to my ears.

"It's time," you say. I smile and slowly get up, placing my arm around your waist, drawing you neat to me. We walk slowly, not saying anything, allowing the silence to engulf us. But then you stop, and force me to look at you. I swear to myself, and silently to you, I will not break down.

"It's time to walk me down the aisle," you say softly, tears in your eyes and in your voice.

"Yes it is time," I say, fighting my own tears, but to no avail, as I feel a tear slide down my cheek. You smile and reach up brushing your soft lips against my cheek.

"I love you, Jamie," I whisper so softly before we begin our journey.

I would like to watch you forever, but now it is someone else's turn to watch you. But I will always watch you, but now, only from a distance will I watch.