Constant

It started.

It was perfect. It was flawless. We were magical. Well, almost. Prim, my Fiance, he was inimitable. Like a four-leaf clover; like a gemstone a hundred-feet underground, he was hard to find.

They said he was lucky to have me, but little did they know I was the lucky one to have found him. In a sea of people, he saved me when I didn't know I was drowning. 

Faultless he was, I fell; I fell too hard too promptly. It was beyond my control but I have no regrets. In the vast expanse of a timeless place, Prim became the light to my shadow. He was my constant; my everything.

Change happened.

It happened too quickly too soon. I was now catching the tears of my ex lover's new inamorata. She was pleading in front of me and Prim. She was begging me to stay. I could've left her but she was on her weakest point.

 I couldn't stand it because after all, Don was once the apple of my eye. But accidents do happen. The trauma-lead injury had invited him to the ICU. Receiving a phone call about this mischance, Prim had no choice but to allow me, saying this is my last draw.

I took a deep breath knowing if I pulled too hard; the memories will come flooding back in.

Change changes people

Every second I spend with Don, I fall back. I hate myself for thinking about this. It doesn't do any right to his relationship; to my relationship. Each moment is a slap to my present but a kiss to my past. It isn't fair for Prim I didn't mean for emotions to get involved. 

I love Prim, I know I do. I'm eminently in love with him. But what is this gouging a hole in my mind? Why is Don's girlfriend relying so much on me? Maybe she doesn't care about him. Or maybe, she knew I still have a place on his heart. I knew it!

It ended—game over.

Every sleepless night, I asked for a sign. But it all ended pointing to Don. Everything was vague but now it's all clear. The choice has been made. It had always been made. It was always him. It's time to confront Prim. 

I've never seen him cry before, but his first tear dropped after I told him, "You're all the stars collided, but Don is the sun and moon to me." I'm avoiding eye contact because the regret is too obvious in my eyes. I pushed him to his breaking point and I know he's done. We're over...

He's awake. Thank God! I was the first person called to his room. Both his girlfriend and I were astounded. When I entered the room, I immediately hugged him and he kissed the top my head saying he missed me. I missed him more. His girlfriend walked in on us in that state. And then the proposal happened. 

This is the last piece of the puzzle. I've made my choice and now he made his –It wasn't me.

I was back on my reverie, I drifted again. With the rain, you couldn't tell I was crying. I found myself running back to Prim. We start where we left off but end up running back to the onset of everything. It was him all along; my end and my beginning.

 Time, like a clock, it starts ticking at one point and ends up at that same point. Prim is that point. Always has been, always will be.

Holding a bouquet of flowers, I was walking down the aisle. Tears rushing down my face at the sight of him, he looks so handsome in his tux. 

I hope he remembers he bought me this white dress. At the end of the aisle, I placed the bouquet in front of his coffin saying, "This was supposed to be our wedding day. I love you always and forever. You are my everything, you are my constant."