My only dream . It was a dream consisting of love, marraige, and romantic bliss. My love was the shining beacon at the end of the tunnel in my dreary, pointless existence. She gave me a reason for being, and I found that I was good at it. I had one skill, one specialty: Being with her. And I was good at it. I could make her smile on her darkest day, make her happy in the worst of times. I wanted to marry her...more than anything in this world. Selfishly I would have given anything for it, things that weren't mine to give. I'm not like most guys, I dreamed of having a big, extravagant wedding. Not with just anyone, however, only her. I wanted to spend the rest of my time on this Earth making her life perfect, making every waking second absolute utopia. I wanted to wake up every morning to her lovely smile. But I can't have that now, she's gone. I would give ANYTHING to get her back, again, things that aren't mine to give.
Ironically, I dreamt of marrying her in a church. I'm not sure why, I guess because every wedding I've been to has been in a church and they were all absolutely gorgeous. I still dream of looking into her eyes as we say our vows and kissing her to make it official. I want to call her my wife more than anything, and although we never got married I still think of her in that way...as my beautiful, perfect wife whom I love and will always love unconditionally.
I love you sweetheart <3