It's supposed to be one of the happiest times of their lives.. so why is the room filled with choked sobs and words whispered brokenly?    

Sometimes I wish I could read people's hearts. Looked in their heart, read what was written there. Inhaling in their doubt, tasting hope that is not spoken, and explore the reasons in each pounding their feelings. But I know, that : I can't   Great thing, takes time.. DON'T LOSE YOUR HOPE, READERS ..

  “You call me immature but I would never do that to you.” he just kept going. It was worst then being stabbed and I couldn't hold my tears anymore. The shades that once guarded my eyes had slipped down revealing my ugly face. A face of a liar. The face of a girl who was a green eyed monster. The face of a terrible friend.