Unspoken (Friday Flash Fiction)

“So…what do you think?”

It was a simple question. One he shouldn’t have trouble answering. A simple word would have been sufficient. Yet, his mind seemed as dry as his mouth.

He wished he could tell her the truth. He imagined himself opening his mouth and pouring out all the sentiments that had been residing in his heart for years. He’d always had such a struggle speaking his personal thoughts.

He gazed at her, wondering if he had ever seen anything more beautiful. He didn’t know much about fabrics or varying cuts of dresses. Nor did he have any idea what it was called when her hair was pinned up like that, soft curls cascading around her face. All he knew was that she was the most stunning bride he’d ever seen.

He imagined her walking down the aisle toward him today, the veil covering her sweet face as she smiled, a bouquet of yellow tulips (her favorite, he knew) in her hand. The music would fade from his hearing, the guests would disappear from his vision. All other conscious thoughts would vanish, and all that would remain would be the warmth of the love in his heart for her.

He imagined taking her hand in his, pulling her toward him. He’d promise with every fiber of his being to love her till the end of his days, to provide for her and always look out for her best interests. He’d put a ring on her finger and capture her lips in his..

She cleared her throat, bringing him back to the present. He blushed at having stared at her so long without saying anything.

“You look beautiful.” He whispered. She smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

He loved her so much.

And she was marrying another man.