The girls were stunning, but her smile.
Her smile.
There was intent. And stars in the sky.
The whisky was potent, but her eyes.
Her eyes.
There was depth. And a pool to jump into.
The dress was brave, but her innocence.
Her innocence.
There was a man. And a worthy one at that.
The absence of chance, but hope.
Hope.
There was a sign. And an idea that wanted to try.
The desire to love again, but fear.
Fear.
Rantravereflect added:
There was a connection. And a magic potion that emptied itself into us.
The frenzied bloodiness gushing, but her misplaced sanity.
Sanity.
There was the unison. And fire and fiery passion.
The love was impreganble, but so was her betrayal.
Betrayal.
There used to be another man. And maybe he was worthier than me.
The earth shook a little, but her stablity.
Stability.
There was a wedding. And beautiful bridesmaids and confetti.
The look of nervousness, but her faith.
Faith.
