
Isn't it ironic that my almost lover is a wedding planner. As she had once told me that her wedding will be like the spectacle of an extravagant royal. My lovers cosgrave will be stared on by friends and enemies. I could tell that my Almost lover envied Mergan Markle. I understood certain things about my Almost Lover, it did occur to me that I had enough knowledge to determine my lovers next movement. It was in my indepth cognition about my lover I figured out my lovers resolution to change her body. Has she hated her body
Her body that most boys would willingly die for and most girls envied. Her round face with with slightly puffed out cheeks are a delight to gaze upon. Her contours, out of this world, yet her distaste for it unfathomable. At first I thought I was making it all up in my head. That she didn't eagerly want a change of appearance. But then something was off. The unending minutes spent staring at the mirror and the excessive late night workouts ~couldn't~ she had to go through. All that was for a change in her body. She wanted a body that would convene the extravagant wedding she had always dreamed of. A talk of the town body for an out of the world wedding.
Now here we sit. Staring at the ceiling for the past hour. Hardly saying a word to each other. The silence only broken by the creak of her wheel chair. It's been three weeks since she's been rendered paralysed from a surgery gone bad. Her attempt to change her body was unsuccessful and now her anticipated world class wedding has just eluded her. Not just the wedding slipped through her fingers, her soulmate too.
