you came stepping down the staircase like a princess, your hair done up really nice and the sea-blue dress sparkled against skin. i'm sure my eyes bugged out a little as you came down closer to me. i would've drooled if it hadn't been for your father glaring me down from the recliner in the living room. i gulped and hoped you couldn't hear how loud it was and i held out my hand for you. you looped your arm through mine and bit your lip as you tried not to step on the bottom of the dress.
you looked even more beautiful that day than any other day. you always looked beautiful, but i think on that particular in that particular dress, you felt as beautiful as you really are.
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