Moments

Unlike most other girls, she never dreamt of my wedding. She wasn’t the sort to cut out pictures of slender, lithe beauties peering longingly out at her from the glossy pages of fashion magazines. She couldn’t understand the obsession with all of that lace and tulle and pink. For her, love was a porch swing, a glass of ice water, a good book, and her lover by her side.

– soo

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