Love, It Still Fits

Although my body has changed (there are a few more stretch marks decorating my skin now) it still fits, a snug and

nostalgic comfort. The butterflies that have

never died are fluttering faster and faster waiting for you to walk

in. Will you be catapulted into last year and then your eyes start to water, causing you to joke about the inconspicuous dust in the air? Or will you lose your

voice again and be thankful I've always been able to read your

eyes because they always speak the unfiltered truth? I can hear you walking up the driveway, so I stand

ready and waiting, like you did a year ago. You come and freeze, only for a

second, before you walk down the aisle-like hallway to stand by me again. Here we

are, under another archway, deepening our love,

renewing our vows in the moment of silence. Then we are embracing, and like a thousand times before, I'm relieved

you and I still fit together like the notes we danced to that night, even more than the fact the dress still fits.

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This poem was inspired by the video below: