The intensity of the moment builds.
Eventually, a shrill of excitement will fill the room.
And all eyes will be on us, in the rays of light that strike us from the ball room ceiling.
Your hair curls gracefully, and bounces as you walk down that isle.
Your dress wraps around you, accommodating every curve, and every defining feature.
The white contrasts your cherry blossom lips, and your sweet hazel iris.
You are utterly gorgeous.
Though there's one thing...
Just one.
It's all in my head.
You were never mine to be with, and that's the saddest part of all.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
The intensity of the moment builds.
Eventually, a shrill of excitement will fill the room.
And all eyes will be on us, in the rays of light that strike us from the ball room ceiling.
Your hair curls gracefully, and bounces as you walk down that isle.
Your dress wraps around you, accommodating every curve, and every defining feature.
The white contrasts your cherry blossom lips, and your sweet hazel iris.
You are utterly gorgeous.
Though there's one thing...
Just one.
It's all in my head.
You were never mine to be with, and that's the saddest part of all.
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