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You keep picturing it. Not a room full of chairs. Not the noise of expectations. Just you two, somewhere in Spain, where the air tastes like salt or orange blossom, and the only witness is the wind ch

You keep imagining a place that isn’t on anyone’s Pinterest board. A cove with footprints that aren’t yours. A hillside where the wind changes its mind right before the light does. A morning so quiet

You keep trying to picture it, and the picture keeps changing. Not the two of you. That part is solid. It’s everything around you, the noise, the expectations, the choreography you never asked to lear

You keep rehearsing a version of your vows that no one else can hear. Not because you are secretive. Because the moment feels too tender to perform. And somewhere in the middle of all the noise, you f

You keep imagining it when you should be answering emails. A hush of salt in the air. Your hands a little cold from the wind. That moment right before the sun touches the water and the whole coastline

You are not looking for a backdrop. You are looking for a place that answers you back. A cliff where the wind changes right before sunset. A side street that smells like orange blossom and espresso. A