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October eighteenth, two thousand and nineteen.
One day
Of all the wonderful days
I have spent with her
Sticks out most in my mind
She wore navy
I wore burgundy
There was spaghetti
There was pulled pork
Our closest friends and family
Were there with us
It was small
It was intimate
In our apartment living room
Standing in front of the windows
Vowing to love each other
For the rest of our lives
I had never been happier
I had never felt
So much love
Nothing had ever
Felt more right
Than standing in front of her
Saying I do.
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Kristina Zill
She/her. Survivor. LGBTQ+. Polyamorous. Writer. Gamer.
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