The wedding march playing and filled all our surroundings every beat and melody of the song.
Tears forming in my eyes as I settle down in my rightful seat...
Witnessing you getting married by your pregnant soon to be wife, my sweet yet sour apple...
You've finally fallen and now caught by the right hands.
Gracias Mi Amor Adios
Estoy Feliz por ti
YOU ARE READING
° DEAD Love ¦ Completed ¦ °
PoetryKissete Napanac Brinzè's Small Diary Her Debacle Eccentric And Deleterious Love 1#naiwan🔖
