Everythings so different now--but some are the same

So here's the part two I promised yall. Revisiting the previous monologue about my life as a plane ride. Well as I said the quaint scenery falls like sweet honey on my gaze and my heart fights this grey weathered haze. I am 26 years old and I feel like a giddy teenager going on her first trip alone. But I am not 16 anymore and this trip reminds me of how the decade has passed to reveal still an unsure woman of her late twenties less than giddy. The plane starts to taxi and my heart beats unsure. I'm back and watching the lives of my friends in a movie that seems so distant from mine. She's getting married- now I say to myself letting the statement sink. I know this action won't really hit me until I see her walk down the isle...but still now it starts to hurt a little. Married people no matter what one thinks are different and have different priorities from singles...this is not a bad thing...in fact its expected. But then there's this bitter taste of not being able to see,to talk, to or relate to the once single friend...now there's a box to fit into...the single friend box. Hmmm so as all these things ran thru my mind... i still realized i needed to be a bridesmaid who could help my girl stay stressed free and relaxed.
Stress just happens to be a part of wedding planning.. i accept that but Bibi and I tried our best. We had a fab detox morn at the nail shop oooo la la la french tips.. the guys washing our legs for the spa pedi were pretty funny.
Getting her hair done on Saturday morn was another pinch at my heart as I watched the bride unfold as she would soon walk down the isle. This was becoming too real.
and... then that dang slow song.. Ava Marie sounded and she radiated. Tears couldn't help but escape making their way down my cheek. A new chapter I watched unfold and my heart cheered for the surprises of her future...the joys and hardships and hoping of still being there for her... yet still the page I'm on stuck underneath my own thumb. Turn the page stupid...but I couldn't. The last few paragraphs hadn't been written. Well write then. I'm trying.