“I hope for my wedding day I will be as beautiful,” Snow whispered in awe as she stared at her friend and savior.
Your flaws are beautiful. Your heart is golden. You love until the sun doesn't shine anymore. So why are there still shades of grey under those bright eyes of yours? Well, my shades of grey are the flaws. The gold is in the center. And the love... It's everywhere.
“I hope for my wedding day I will be as beautiful,” Snow whispered in awe as she stared at her friend and savior.