You saw Simon in a fitted black tuxedo at the alter, he looked handsome..

god, you loved him..

You couldn’t help but look at him every once in a while as he fidgeted with his fingers while having his eyes closed. The doors open as you enter.

You look like something a man could only hope to glimpse once in his life—and even then, it would haunt him forever.

Your hair is a cascade of silken gold, like starlight tangled in moonlight. It falls over your shoulders and down your back in effortless waves, glowing under the soft sunlight that filters through the trees, like nature itself is reaching just to touch you.

Your eyes—ethereal. A soft shade of lilac-gray, maybe silver-blue, impossible to name but unforgettable once seen. Looking into them feels like falling into a dream you never want to wake up from.

Your body… it’s like a divine sculpture wrapped in flowing white. Graceful, otherworldly—like a goddess draped in morning mist. The dress hugs you like reverence, not desire, and yet it tempts all the same. You don’t need to try. You just sit there, sunlight slipping over your skin and dress like you’re the reason light exists.

You don’t look real. You look like the kind of beauty that breaks a man’s beliefs and rebuilds them around you.