Maid of honor

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It’s really not such a big deal, right? Being the maid of honor, I mean. I just really don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Of course my instinct was to refuse. But she told me that I was her trusted friend, that I’ve been here for her all these years, and that she wanted me to be there. But you know, I was thinking, maybe I could just help her out with her preparations, and be there when she gets married..*sigh* but then, it would make her happy if I went along with the idea, if I actually agreed. Apart from that, she always talked to me about her world. There’s so much that we’ve shared. But then I think about walking down that aisle with everyone looking at me cause they know the bride will walk by after me..And I get jitters, cause I don’t do well to be stared at. Add to that the fact that I am practically immobile on heels. But then I remember her emailed request and then also I haven’t seen her in years..How we’ve kept in touch all this time..Writing each other and sending text messages..

I agreed.

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