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Arlene89
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Sometimes I wonder how I would meet my future spouse.
I imagine myself at some sunset dinner event, beside a field where horses are kept. I wonder from the crowd and take my shoes off to perch myself on the fence, my white dress bellowing in the wind. A graceful horse trots up beside me, beckoning me to take a ride. I mount the horse's bare back and begin a whimsical gallop around the field. Some people turn from their conversations and meals to watch the wild and strange girl, one particular person being the person I would spend the rest of my life with. Later, I come back to the dinner event, bare footed, and begin to dance with my future husband.
It is outrageous, and sometimes I marvel at exactly how much corniness is stored up in my wild imaginations. But I wonder, how many of you have a child like and innocently romantic (and dreadfully unrealistic) scenario that would some times plays behind closed eyes?
I imagine myself at some sunset dinner event, beside a field where horses are kept. I wonder from the crowd and take my shoes off to perch myself on the fence, my white dress bellowing in the wind. A graceful horse trots up beside me, beckoning me to take a ride. I mount the horse's bare back and begin a whimsical gallop around the field. Some people turn from their conversations and meals to watch the wild and strange girl, one particular person being the person I would spend the rest of my life with. Later, I come back to the dinner event, bare footed, and begin to dance with my future husband.
It is outrageous, and sometimes I marvel at exactly how much corniness is stored up in my wild imaginations. But I wonder, how many of you have a child like and innocently romantic (and dreadfully unrealistic) scenario that would some times plays behind closed eyes?
