Friday, November 25, 2011

Walking Down the Isle

That moment was truly magicial. Nothing could compare the way I felt when I saw the way he looked at me. The way his eyes were so focused on mine made me sure that this was the right thing to do. There was no power as strong as we had together that could separate us as it did before. I walked down, arm and arm with my father, confident. I could feel my face beaming with excitement just to get to him. I was finally ready to spend all of my life with the one that I was in love with so deeply. This feeling was one I wanted to conserve forever, because I knew nothing would top it.

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