Her

There was always a her

Her
with her big white pearly teeth 
and her charming smile.
Her graceful long limbs
and her big doe-like eyes.

Her
with her infectious laugh,
her gentle smile,
her wit,
her easygoingness.

You always were after another her when I saw you
I guess I wasn't good enough 
I guess I'll never be 
her.

Heh ok I know I promised to write about the wedding but I had to put it off because I was preparing for my O's (which are now over, hallelujah) However, I've thought about it and honestly, as hard as I try, I don't think I could do the wedding proper justice. So, I do apologise for not keeping my promise (sweats nervously), but I hope you enjoy reading the writeup about the wedding in the link below. They really captured the wedding splendidly!


http://stories.my/garden-wedding-at-rasa-ria-kota-kinabalu-daniel-evonne/


Love,
Charis

p.s. try not to like ogle at the bride for like 5 minutes (like I did, whoops)