In keeping with my common spirit of being utterly bipolar. Today. I’d like to reference my “future” wedding again. Though, as each day trickles by, as each new grain of sand falls heavy on the pile, my hope dwindles slightly that the day will ever come. At this point. Atleast for today though, I’m not going to worry about the will or won’t. I’m just going to slip away into my day dreams and live it in my mind. Where I want. When I want. How I want. With Whom I want.
And thus. To my future Bride-to-be. I intend to sing this with you at our wedding.
Sorry that my Beard isn’t as manly as Stoick’s. .. But you probably aren’t a dragon master.. so We all have our short comings.
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