My sister called me a “burden,” insisting I disappear from her wedding photos because my
“Matthew, you don’t understand—” Lila stammered, but he cut her off with a sharp wave of his hand. “No, Lila. It’s you who doesn’t understand. Love isn’t about aesthetics or picture-perfect moments. It’s about acceptance and embracing imperfections,” Matthew said, his voice growing in passion and resolve. His words echoed through the garden, leaving everyone…
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