Do you remember that warm night three years ago?
Did you ever imagine that we would be so important to one another?
Well, a lot of things have come in gone in those "short" three years, but here we are as in love as the first day.
You have always been the man in my dreams, the one I pictured standing patiently at the end of the isle waiting for my father to pass my arm into yours.
I live in my own fantasy; my dreams have come true.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
Do you remember that warm night three years ago?
Did you ever imagine that we would be so important to one another?
Well, a lot of things have come in gone in those "short" three years, but here we are as in love as the first day.
You have always been the man in my dreams, the one I pictured standing patiently at the end of the isle waiting for my father to pass my arm into yours.
I live in my own fantasy; my dreams have come true.
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