A/N: Okay what is with these lame oneshots with no freaking direction ):U
I love you very much.
You're the most beautiful woman I know.
That's the truth.
I love you more than anybody else.
You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
Those are lies.
Instead of you, a sexy, caring partner who's always been there for me and is with me now, on our wedding day, the person I love the most is a sickly child from a lifetime ago.
Instead of you, a drop-dead gorgeous, seductive lady who wears expertly applied makeup, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen was a short and pale thing that had bags under her eyes and blood all over herself.
Strange, isn't it? That face is still so vibrant in my mind while I can hardly remember what you wore yesterday. Even in your white dress and lively eyes you still don't compare to that dying child with the rags and dull irises.
It's not fair to compare you anyways though. You are of different types of beauty and I love you both in very different ways. Rouge, you are my wife and I am grateful for your faith in me. Maria, you are my friend and you are the reason I'm even standing here at this alter. You're proud of me, right? You're happy for me? Of course you are. Please know I haven't forgotten you and I never will.
You're still my first.
yeah yeah i know just shh i was thinking about this and just wrote my mind barf