bittersweet amour.

four.

It was a day we would never forget.
champagne filled wine glasses, flowers gracing our path,
the smell of happiness lingering in the air.
the wind was brushing our faces and the sun made us look more beautiful than we had ever been.
we danced and laughed and cried in each others arms, the whole day.
we never wanted it to end.
'but, you do know, that there is no such thing as perfect?'
everyone asks me.
but not everyone has the privilege of knowing you, my love.
if they did, they wouldn't be asking me that.
you are indeed, the most pure form of perfection.
and I wanted you all to myself, selfish, I know, but I couldn't help it.
unfortunately, you let your heart fall for someone else.
and now, the only memory I have of you, is that day, the day we would never forget.