you decide on
a whim to marry
the next girl
you fall in love
with. it's a crazy
idea. marriage.
to actually live
again with someone
under the same
roof, sharing
the same house,
throwing everything
into the pot as
one. insane to sign
a business contract
for an emotion such
as love. but you
decide, why not.
why not live
dangerously, throw
caution to the wind.
you're not a young
man anymore. go
for it. weddings
are fun you reason
to yourself.
you love cake and a
good party. not
to mention a fun
vacation that you'll
call a honeymoon.
but then you awaken,
and someone is holding
an ice pack on your
forehead and they
tell you that you've
been out for hours,
dreaming, mumbling
to yourself about
someone, some girl
you used to know.
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