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❛ When we first met years ago, it was an evening much like this. Magic in the air. ❛

meme | accepting

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          their arms were linked together as they walked down the streets in uptown, and for the first time, hearing MUSIC. they were having a festival, and a bunch of people were out, and it was more booming than eliza has ever truly seen. as she walked with her husband, she knew that there were whispers and stares, but right now–– she just didn’t care. they were together, and they were slowly falling back into love. a LAUGH escaped her lips as he spoke to her, and she looked back at him, stopping, before she realized something. this was the song they danced to at the winter’s ball. eliza knew this because every time she heard it that single memory would always come back.

          ❛ oh my love, how i am FOREVER grateful that i did not leave you for what you have done. though you are not deserving of my love, you still have it. ❜       she knew that he didn’t deserve it, but GOD, there was no way that she could hide that from him.       ❛ you do realize what this song is right? you know that it’s only tradition that you and i MUST have this dance. you did always like to make a statement. ❜       moments like these where when she realized that their marriage was alright, that they, together and loving; were enough.

 
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"you will never find"

with pale and delicate skin, her beauty held no bounds. her heart was what everyone saw, her smile was what everyone wanted.

"anyone as"

indiependent and private elizabeth schuyler. penned by sydney.

"trusting or as kind"

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