succulant

summer reading calls for new favorites.


dreaming about my next succulant.
she was just about to walk down the isle when she started shaking. "michelle, your makeup!" the booger exclaimed and michelle began to cry harder. we moved our boquettes to one hand so the other hand could carefully comfort her. her father completely supported her on his arm. all her best friends and family surrounded her. but all of us together were not enough for who she really wanted and needed. "i just want the groom," she sobbed. he was waiting for her, outside, at the end of the isle. this memory plays over in my head today: the most romantic moment i have ever first handedly witnessed. i miss you michelle. i am coming to canada.