almost a love song

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I choose my company by the beating of their hearts.

aimee
birk
cait
laura
matt
molly

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Sunday, November 21, 2010

tonight, in my bowtie and rigged vest, I burst into tears during the father/daughter dance. two complete strangers at a nightmare wedding, and some horrible saccharine song, but still I can't help but think, terrified, of my wedding and what if

ash @ 4:16 AM