It was the first and the last wedding we attended together, surrounded in white and people.
I spotted him out of the crowd like a glistening diamond amongst stones. He was standing, hands in his skin trouser pockets, black jacket and tie coordinated with his white shirt like something out of an old movie. Attractive and smart, breathtaking and naturally beautiful. He was looking at something to his side, his cheek and neck exposed, stretched over the promising bones.
My heart raced in my chest. I was lucky, so incredibly lucky to have him as my own.
I walked to his side, his eyes catching mine somewhere in between, a smile growing on his face. He interlocks our fingers, electricity shooting up my finger tips like ecstasy.
Standing in the sea of white, I felt as though we were in our own world.
I will never forget that feeling, and every time I dress in white, I can feel his fingers touching mine.
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