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In front of the wall was family being made, a little girl settling, a father oh so happy, a mother celebrating, a brother proud and emotional and the sister with wet eyes. 
In front of the wall there was a stage, a setup for the bride and groom, the rings were awaiting the finger, the families were awaiting hugs, and the heartiest congratulations to each other. 
Behind the wall. There was a young man standing. A man who loved the girl more than anyone. Behind the wall there was a heart breaking, a man shattering, a love story ending, a earthquake shaking the legs, a storm of feelings on its way back to the seashore. Behind the wall she was crying, behind the wall he was crying, in front of the wall they were smiling, she was faking and he was faking. Both knew what love was. 
Both were settling, she was going, his wait was over. The love story was over. 
And he handed her over. 
With a smile with millions messages, in the eyes it was written how personified his love was, in her eyes it was seen there was nothing which could match his love. 
A few things aren't meant to happen, and those were happening. There was a generation beginning, two hearts drowning.

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