Rendezvous
03 February 13 : 08.48 PM
The dark blue wedding dress with gold flecks like the night sky with stars strewn across it right out of a Van Gogh painting. Nobody loves a sad bride. The stained suit. Someone else's crisp black suit as an unexpected entrance was made. How he had wanted to choose a table for two. The reaching out to hold a hand, furtively(lovingly).
Then finally the whisper. The word, submitted. Holding, not letting go.
Hearts, oh hearts. Hearts are going to be broken.