bittersweet

I dreamed of you last nightI dreamed we got married in a colorful church in MexicoWe told my family, not yoursYou gave me a ring full of flowersWe were 17 but completely in loveYou told me I was the best thing in the worldAnd that no one would ever replace meAnd I was bearing your childYour sister came up to me and saidSo? Did you do it? Did you marry your dream guy?I didn’t do it. This is only a dream.

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Me

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