Purple Nails
What a day. Walker's Wedding, being a bridesmaid, watching my best friends express their love to each other, all the dancing (and a little singing too), the champagne, and the flowers…the flowers in the bouquet…that bouquet.
I can't explain it, it just happens.
That was the third bouquet that I have caught in the past few years. I don't believe in chance, but yet I don't believe in fate either. Or rather I don't WANT to believe in fate.
Maybe faith.
Yeah, I guess faith, in God, in people, in love, in friendships, in friendships that could turn into love. I don't know. I think that I may be in love just little bit with Gage. Oh, that darn bouquet. If it wasn't for that bouquet, then I might not have been that anxious. And, if I wasn't as anxious then I wouldn't have been so tense…
we wouldn't have played darts…
or drank beer…
…or kissed.
But yet, I caught the bouquet.
So innocent.
So trivial.
So, why does it have such an affect on me?
All a bouquet is, is flowers. Colorful flowers. Flowers that compliment that dress. The dress that Alex chose for me to wear. The dress that unleashed that moment…when my purple nails came closer to his face then they ever had before.