i hate to admit it but, she was beautiful for you; perfect in each and every way. i could bet you that on that day, [and you wouldn't be able to tell,] you looked genuinely in love. mostly it was your eyes; there was a sort of golden happiness, that, made you look like it was the first time in a long time that you were happy.
and i suppose you deserved that. to be happy.
don't worry, i don't understand either.
I can't understand why, but this is sad, to me at least. Like the one who wrote this didn't want the other person to be happy: the one this is written for. If this makes sense.
yessums, that's sort of what i was going for. well, when i was writing it, i was fueled by the one thought that i'm not always going to be the one that will get the happily ever after, and, i think it worked fairly well. (: