This was… if there was a loud ringing sound coming from the space my thoughts were supposed to be I am sorry, not sorry. She was beautiful, and it was everything. Do not cry, I scolded myself looking at her. Her hair hung in waves around her face, half up in a complicated crown filled with flowers. The bottom part of her dress was big, and floaty, you could see her bare feet, and her ankles as she lifted it to walk. It was a blush pink colour, and layered like some kind of Barbie girl dream, but that wasn’t the part that had my eyes widening so much that my eyeballs were threatening to fall out. Like in an old cartoon, just roll right on down to her, stop and look up, before rolling back into my head. My face hurt from smiling. I just couldn’t stop, and there were so many butterflies in my
