she breathes to calm herself. when she does all the little moments that built up to this one moment in time, flash behind her eyelids. all the little laughs, smirks and winks. all the late nights and early mornings. all the lingerings of his finger on her arm. the way he holds her hand just for the reassurance of her existence. how she felt when she first laid eyes on him, how her heart beats five times faster whenever he looks at her. the way he dances only with her because of her unrelenting patience. everything, all the hugs that say everything you can't, all smiles that wash away any trace of doubt that ever entered her mind. how he lights up when she comes in the room because she does it too. how she knows that he is hers and she is his. she knows that if she focuses on him and him only the aisle, the people the nerves will all disappear; so that's what she does. so she breathes to calm herself and she looks only at the hazel brown eyes that are waiting for her at the other end of the aisle.
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the inner workings of my mind and soul.
Aléatoirethis is literally just a collage of everything I have written placed in one place with photos and music tied into it.
