I met this man, so sweet and generous. He met me and thought the same. We were soon dating, then engaged. He had to go to the war in Iraq. He was away for many months, I missed him so. One day I got the call, that I beared to receive. He had been shot to death. This is a loss that can never be fulfilled again. I sit in my house, I look at my hand, I look at the beautiful diamond ring he gave me. I always dreamt about the day when we'd become one. I could almost see myself walk down the aisle, the happiest bride in the world, to have such a wonderful man standing next to me. A man every woman envied that I had. I sit in the home we had bought, and at the boxes filled with our stuff. We were preparing everything, the house, as well as the wedding. We were planning a family, a thought lost in time. Why did he have to die? I go to the basement, and look at my wedding dress, and the shoes that go with it. I wish I could of spent more time with him. I am afraid to move on, I am afraid that I'll fall in love again. And forget Victor. I can't, I'm afraid to be swept off my feet by some other man. I put on my wedding dress, and look in the mirror. I can almost see him standing besides me. I feel someone slip their arms around me and nibble on my neck. I turn around only to discover....it's my new man. I fell in this web of love, wishing I hadn't, this man will never be as wonderful as my Victor.
