She left me the week before our wedding.
Said I wasn't "husband material."
Actually, I'd have to agree with my ex on that matter... because I'm probably better off alone.
But everything changed the day I met a mysterious beauty sketching on the beach.
We had one magical night together... and then she was gone.
My French beach fairy danced away with the dawn.
I searched until I found her again.
And now I can't let her go... because maybe I am husband material after all.