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Dec 2011
Our eyes locked.
You sitting on the left.
Me sitting on the right.
You lightly touched your blond hair.
Tousled it slightly to show your beautiful blue eyes.
Your smile.
God, that smile.
After that moment, I knew.

Now, on our wedding day,
I give myself to you.
Right by the very track we met.
You are still as beautiful as the day I saw you across the train.
You sitting on the left.
Me sitting on the right.
Kayla Hollatz
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