Will You Let Her Marry Me?

This is a chose "your-own-adventure" poem.
This one is for you, Dad.
This is the fork in the road.
This will make or break us.
Forever.

Choice 1:

I stand in white.
She stands in black.
We face each other.
Everyone looks at me,
As I look at her.

And suddenly, you snap me out of my gaze.
I look at you,
In your tux,
A huge grin upon your face.
"Ready?" you say,
A tear rolls down my face.

We walk arm-in-arm,
The same pace,
A tight grasp,
Father and daughter,
The best of friends.

You hand me off,
Reluctant, but happy.
"I now pronounce you woman, and wife."
I kiss my bride.

Choice 2:

I DID NOT RAISE YOU LIKE THIS.
YOU DISAPPOINT ME.
I DON'T CARE IF YOU LOVE HER.
IT'S UNNATURAL.
I DO NOT ACCEPT YOU THE WAY YOU ARE.

So which will it be?
Will you choose the path that leads to the end?
Will all we've work for:
The time you took,
The time I gave,
The basketball games,
The batting cages,
Outings, just us two,
Me and you...
Will they all be for naught?
Or will you remember that I am still your flesh,
Still your blood.
You raised me to be,
Whoever I wanted to be,
So is it okay to be happy?
To be free?
Dad, will you let her marry me?