The memories of our tommorrow are borrowed from todays acclivities; the many tears, the countless cheers, the limitless fears. The things that grow you together are the very substances that made you set apart, combined into one you breathe fresh life onto the world as you know it. Learning to love in a loveless world mixed with emotions that you don't know how to cultivate into an infiltration of satisfaction. Mending and pretending to convey a deeper euphoria that will only clash in its fabrication.
Marriage: the definition cannot be taught, it has to be attained thru practice. Thru the good and bad, sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer. Its a journey to take hand in hand, despite the fears of tomorrow, the dreariness of today or the regret of yesterday.
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