Five months is almost half a year. So, when I tell you that the man that stood before me was a near perfect match to the memories locked away inside of my head. I meant it. He had on a simple black tuxedo,. His freshly cut hair slicked back as his five o'clock shadow peppered his jawline. It seemed like time was slowing down, otherwise I would've fainted. My eyes turned to glance at Kiera, who had a soft smile on her lips and nodded in approval to me. Her hands squeezed my knees again, before sliding out of the stool and leaving me to go be with her new husband, Ben. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I turned to face him again. This time, there were only two feet that stood between us.
"Farrah," his voice lulled me into a trance like state. My dreams had echoed him with perfection. M
