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Memories rushes back as I slowly walk down the aisle. A hotel singer falling in love with the hotel pianist sounds fairytail-ish but ours is more than that. When we met, he already has an engraved golden band on his finger while a shimmering diamond-embellished ring is on mine. I quit my job to stop… Continue reading The Wedding
The Vow You and I is now an us, You and me is now a we. --- ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Scott Webb Because I am vicious and my tragic/painful stories almost always break you heart, this one is for you, dear Maria. ❤
Memories came rushing as I slowly unpin the burning guitar poster that has been in my room since I was twelve. I can hear her playful chuckle, I can see her bright eyes, I can smell her innocent sweet scent, when I unrolled her first 'monthsary' gift for me. "Cause you are the hottest guitarist," she… Continue reading The Hottest Guitarist
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