She's so stunning in her maid of honor dress.
Compared to her, your white one is nothing but a wispy cloud to the glorious sun.
She's standing there as you walk down the aisle.
Your eyes should be on him, but she is all you can see.
You wish it was her.
You wish it wasn't forbidden.
The ceremony goes by without your permission.
You faintly remember saying
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