The wedding

Anger formed at the pit of my stomach, looking at the priest. The priest who was about to marry my love, my love since childhood, my highschool wifey. I could not stay seated and watch this atrocity ,this falsity. I stood up and said "I object." I looked around me at the shocked faces, but I didn't care. I simply said again,"I object." I walked up and said,"Hold father, put pause to this wedding. Because I have a story to tell, to the idiot up there, to the people here at this wedding, But most importantly to my love who stands there next to that fraud. A story of love, of the most truest love that could ever exist."
"How is that you could forget the love that we had. How could you forget the childhood days where we would always be together, and that day where we made a pact of words that we would never be apart, that we would be together even after death? How the days where we shared one heart, and who loves like I? I was I who gave you your first kiss have you forgotten? Remember the days where I would climb up to your window and your dog would bark at me, your parents looking for what made the noise and I hidden under your bed? Remember the day in highschool were you had first told me you loved me? We had been walking beside the fountain and I looked down into your beautiful, deep eyes, I kissed you, and that was when you said those blessed words."
"And I still regret that day, that horrid day where I had left for a year. The biggest mistake of life, because of that I now stand hear, speaking the story which you have forgotten. And you snuffler who now stands before me I shall allow you, the man who has stolen my heart, to speak." He stood there baffled and stunned. He opened his mouth yet no words came out."Whats wrong you don't say nothing? You shall never be able to love her like I. You shall never make her happy. Your future wife now crys tears for me." I now turned to my beloved, the women who holds my heart. "Why is that you cry? Because you know what I have said is true. The truth that many here at this wedding know of. And it is you who has made this story of love and why is that you give me, your amorist this ending."
I then turned and left. I left my angel behind. It was now her turn to go after me and this was the only way to see if the love which was between us was true. Then I heard what I had prayed to hear. "Wait" said she, her beloved voice filled my ears. I turned to see her beautiful and angelic face.