The HallwayI'd love to say that I agreed to it because it was what my other half, Paul, wanted; but that isn't really the truth. In actuality, I did it for a hallway.He had told me he wanted to get married in the church where his parents got married thirty six years previously and whilst I liked the sentiment I was unsure about the religious side of the ceremony. That and I'd never been to the church and wasn't sure I would like it. I needn't have worried. St. Matthias' main room was an inner room so the stained glass windows were lit from behind by huge pillar candles. Inside they had hanging lanterns full of more candles and it gave the stone room a golden glow.In my mind I wavered. I had wanted my wedding colour to be Tiffany blue, but the golden glow of this room was so romantic, so heavenly. I could see hurricane jars on either side of the aisle with floating candles and pink petals, streams of light white chiffon gently waving down the walls, balls of white and pink peonies hanging from t
BurntThat afternoon, under a burnt croatian sun,we flaked our protective shells awayexposing the pink, raw vulnerabilitythat hid beneath our flanks and fortitude.We delved systematically into nervousnessand chewed reflectively on our inner cheeksas self conscious anxiety grew wildfireacross the too-bright landscape of our love.The bones bleached and brittle, they broke,and we could not stay together without them.I don't regret opening my heart to the skies;what I regret is never getting it back.