The church is decorated with flowers;
Purple ones, of course.
Family and friends are seated on both sides of the aisle.
A white dress flows around her as she walks.
She approaches the front of the church and takes his hands in hers.
Then she looks up at his face, the face she'll be waking up next to for eternity.
She smiles and he smiles back at her.
The tears of happiness flow like a river.
He squeezes her hand and smiles, gently bringing her out of her reverie.
The Sunday service has ended and everyone is scattering for lunch.
She heaves a sigh as she gathers her things.
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Aww, he's not ready yet.
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