I’m grateful for the amber mist that powdered us in open fields, the golden makeup leaving us both glamorous as we awoke to the day unfurling its lavender carpet before us. I’m grateful for the flora that flecked our feet with their perfumed aroma, marking us with its blessing as we explored this divine paradise created just for us. I’m grateful there isn’t a soul anymore to remind us of past weights of expectations borne, of familial fealties sworn, of the overwhelming risk of scorn, all old contracts torn granting us the freedom to transform in the light of this dawn — the sole sounds born from our quivering breath as we swore to devote ourselves to one another forevermore.

I’m grateful for all we never were.

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