What You Can’t Have
I had always dreamt about my dream wedding.
About how the church would be filled with pink tulips arranged perfectly at every part…
About how I would be wearing a gown and the trail would be cascading beautifully behind me…
About how I would be walking down the aisle while being serenaded with the violin version of A Thousand Years.
And it would be beautiful. Because I would be sharing it with the people I hold dear that most. And because at the end of the aisle, the man I loved the most would be there waiting for me.
Waiting for me. Waiting for us.
I got all of those.
I got my perfect wedding. I got my prince. I got my happily ever after.
But what they forgot to tell me was that after afew years of happily ever after camethe reality.