innocent intentions
Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl. They loved each other very much. They were married. But not to each other.
I guess this is how the story ends. At least where the story sits right now, at present. I should tell you about how it started.
And they lived happily ever after. At least that was the intention of getting married. Rice was thrown. A garter went missing. And both sides of the aisle were joined. It's a common tradition that reoccurs with some regularity.
But the absolute beginning of the story is a bit like deja vu. It's funny how we recycle old habits. It seems like it was a hundred years ago.
I guess this is how the story ends. At least where the story sits right now, at present. I should tell you about how it started.
And they lived happily ever after. At least that was the intention of getting married. Rice was thrown. A garter went missing. And both sides of the aisle were joined. It's a common tradition that reoccurs with some regularity.
But the absolute beginning of the story is a bit like deja vu. It's funny how we recycle old habits. It seems like it was a hundred years ago.