Muse 32: Do Us Part

found via edwardolive

He figured wearing his wedding suit was not a form of bad luck. In the crowd of seemingly confused attendees, he easily blended in with the costumed columns of black and white that weaved around the room. The same colors in the wedding photographs. Pinching the hem of his sleeves, which had lengthened greatly since the news, he saw no difference between the silk of his suit and the cotton of others. As strangers passed him with a cowardice familiarity, he let their sorrowful eyes rest their words on his shoulders. Like tradition, he was waiting at the end of aisle but she had arrived much earlier, carried in by four men.

Muse 20: Sure

This is to make up for the lack of yesterday. It's a bit more personal, but definitely narrative.

500 Days of Summer

I was never the kind of little girl that dreamt about completing weddings. There was no whipped cream white dress with an overflowing train that started from my waist to the end of the church aisle. Instead, I loved the kind of aisle - that had mountains of cereal boxes, Campbell cans and 30% coupons that I swiped like a Golden ticket just for myself - much, much more. I used to be the kind of girl that believed love needed to be developed, like the man I was gonna marry would be my crush, then boyfriend, then man of 4 years and counting, where the feelings of forever have developed beyond maturity. Yet now, the life I'm looking for with someone else is the kind where I find "what I was never sure of," just by suddenly waking up or having that one short moment - that one short moment where arbitrary meaning becomes the reason I suddenly know you fit me.