unsure

As I walk down the aisle, it seems like miles. Each step feels more and more like falling into a deep pit. If I keep going, will I be brave, or will I be a slave? I know not if I want this. I think I love him. But lying leads up to dying. You can't be both Pure and Sure. Imagine a world with that...or without. Finally, we're almost there, I shouldn't dare, but.... With a deep sigh, I whisper goodbye. I run out on you. You had no clue. But I do love you.. I shouldn't have overlooked you, but now it's too late... I take the wedding cake knife. “I love you, I'm not good enough for you. Forgive me.” I take a piece out of my Heart. It's yours, Forever. Unsure