Life is a maze, a colourful confusing one at that. Trapped and entranced in my books I never thought I would find a perfect man. No man was like the novels. But I was proven wrong when he stepped one morning into the crowded hallway of my High school. He was art, my dilemma. My mother's dream son. My love... But I never gathered the courage to tell him. And then, he was gone for a long, long time. Five years later, I saw him again, standing at the end of the aisle. Waiting for me. His face was dark, all the youth drained off it replaced with sculpted male features. But his gaze was fixated upon one woman. And that wasn't me, his bride, wrapped in white as I walked down the aisle. It was her; it was always her. He loves her. ******