"God gave us memories that we might have roses in December" james m barrie
I knew so little about her.
She was beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. So young and vibrant.
Dark, dark hair, and a petite, chiseled face, with a slim, elegant nose and a confidant chin.
She had my legs: no calves. Long and lengthy. And she was tall, much taller than I knew her as. She had curvature of the spine my entire life; then, she was proud, firey, classy.
She wore fabulous dresses and shoes. Her two weddings: so different, but both indefinitely stylish. The first, elegant, classic, sparsely lavish; the second, chic, upbeat, intimate.
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