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Marry Me- inspired by Thomas Rhett

I was 5 years old the when I first saw her. Her family was moving into the house next door. She was a firecracker, running around and making her parents crazy. She had shoulder length deep brown hair, it looked almost black, cute red lips and the brownest eyes I have ever seen. She was so full of life, so carefree, then again, what 5 year old isn't. We became fast friends, as the only two young children on the block, we had too. We used to play dress up, mostly thanks to my older sisters. They would put her in a dress and me in a little tux and marry us, over and over again. By age 10, she knew exactly what she wanted.

She wants to get married, she wants it perfect

She wants her grandaddy preaching the service

Yeah, she wants magnolias out in the country

Not too many people, save her daddy some money

Ooh, she got it all planned out

Yeah, I can see it all right now

I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back

I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask

I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees

Yeah, she wanna get married

But she don't wanna marry me

As we got older, I noticed the changes, she became breathtakingly beautiful. Her shoulder length hair now reached her waist in natural waves. Her cute lips were now full and plump, those eyes, still the same brown, but they held more knowledge. At 16, she was the most popular girl in school. I, however, was slightly awkward. I didn't socialize a whole lot and had only a handful of friends. My feelings grew more and more every day. Just the sight of her made my heart beat faster in my chest.

I remember the night when I almost kissed her

Yeah, I kinda freaked out, we'd been friends for forever

And I always wondered if she felt the same way

We sat on the front porch of my house, her parents had been fighting and she needed to get away. We talked for hours, we laughed, she cried, I held her as tight as I could. I wanted to comfort her, I wanted to be the one she always came to when she was hurting. She had looked up at me, I stared into her eyes, looking for any sign of love, affection, anything to tell me she felt the way I did in that moment. I was about to lean in when her father yelled her name. I never got another chance.

When I got the invite, I knew it was too late

And I know her daddy's been dreading this day

Oh, but he don't know he ain't the only one giving her away

I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back

I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask

I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees

Yeah, she wanna get married

But she don't wanna marry me

She is 21 now, how did I let her slip away. How could I never tell her how much she meant to me. Sure, I told her "love you" a hundred times, but never "I love you." Now, I sit here at my kitchen counter, her wedding invitation in my hand. She put a piece of paper in with it, "I can't do this without my best friend.", it read. My heart shattered. She has been and always will be my best friend, but things would be different now. She would have a husband, another man in her life to take her attention. I wouldn't matter anymore. He would be there to hold her when she cries, to wipe the tears off her cheeks. To congratulate her on her accomplishments, to provide a stable home and family. I wouldn't matter. Maybe I should tell her?

Bet she got on her dress now, welcoming the guests now

I could try to find her, get it off of my chest now

I couldn't do that, I wouldn't do that, I had to let her go. I had to give her away, and stay "just the friend".

But I ain't gonna mess it up, so I'll wish her the best now

So I'm in my black suit, black tie, hiding out in the back

Doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask

I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees

I couldn't stay. I wanted to, I wanted to be there for her, but it hurt. She looked so beautiful in her gown. I caught a peek through the door of the bridal room. Her mom was there, pinning her hair up. Her dad was standing outside talking to several family members. This was actually happening, and I couldn't bare to watch it.

I left in search of solitude. There was this little cafe, about 2 blocks from the venue. We used to spend friday nights here with all of our friends, sitting around after the football games. This place meant a lot to me. I ordered a coffee, black of course, and poured the contents of my flask into it. The waitress didn't even bother to ask if I was okay. I sat here in my tux, tears stained on my face, sorrow surrounding me.

Yeah, she wanna get married

Yeah, she gonna get married

But she ain't gonna marry me

Whoa, she ain't gonna marry me, no

I heard the door chime, I couldn't be bothered to look up.

"Comrade?" The sound of an angel, my own personal, heaven sent angel.

I spun around, "Roza, what, what are you doing here? Your supposed to be at the altar right now." I didn't understand, why was she here?

"I couldn't do it, Dimitri. How can I marry him, when, when I am in love with you?"