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November 16, 2009 at 11:51 am · Filed under weddings

She wanted a white wedding.

She wanted white roses and a white tulle veil. She wanted white garlands decorating every corner of the church as she enters the room, beaming in her white wedding dress.

She wanted white birds fluttering in their cages as the table centerpiece, and waitresses in white matron dresses serving the guests.

She wanted him to be white; to be kind and pure and faithful. To be able to shelter and lift her away from the evil of the world. But he was grey and broken.

But the rain clouds came and as it poured down, the wet mud kissed the skirt of the table cloth and turned it brown. The birds had gone and her dress had turned grey on her skin.

And now that her heart was broken, his half and her half would make them one.

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