I know that’s a cliché,
But it’s the truth.
We want different things.
I believed we could make it work.
I believed we fitted together perfectly.
I believed we’d walk down the aisle together.
But there’s someone else.
You were the right one once,
For that brief snippet in time.
As we danced together in front of the mirror,
I honestly believed we’d see it through to the end.
But she caught my eye.
I didn’t want it to happen.
She flirted with me through the window
For three weeks.
I was seduced,
By the lace, the silk.
She’s an older model.
She’s been there before.
It doesn’t mean I don’t love you,
But you need someone better.
Someone who will love you
As you deserve to be loved.
I’m so sorry,
But we’ve got to part ways.
I know you will make someone else
Even happier than you made me.
So I say goodbye to your silk petals,
Your beautiful bodice.
And say hello to silk and lace,
And 1920s class.
For my new wedding dress
Is an original 1920s gown,
Made from Victorian lace and silk,
Worn by a previous Bride on her Big Day.
She has history.
She’s done it before.
Almost one hundred years previous;
She’s truly vintage.
She is the dress Connie would have worn,
If she’d ever married Mellors.
She is perfect.