They say that a place is only as good as the people in it.
I guess it’s the same for every other thing.
If there is anything to be remembered tonight,
It won’t be the flowers or the candles.
It won’t be the dress and silver shoes.
It won’t be the fancy wrappers.
It won’t be the pasta and pastries.
Tonight, her heart is supposed to be palpitating--
As if something she seek for a very long time is finally in front of here.
As if something is seen for the first time.
Like something is terrifying and adorable at the same time
She is scared to go near it, but she wants it.
How could something be so close yet so far?
It’s in front of her, but she can’t reach out for it.
Every day, it’s drifting further and further.
Does nobody know that it was all it takes to complete the night?
It was the only part she wishes to remember.
She sees and hears a lot of things. Beautiful things.
But what she remembers is what’s not in it.
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