I hold the stick up in victory, a smile taking over my face as the stupid tears that were threatening earlier now roll down my face and I don't give a shit. I pick it up, looking from the stick to her and back to the stick and hand the box over to Greg behind me.
I flap the white tissue out of the way and gasp loudly when I see the positive pregnancy stick that stares back at me. I am thoroughly confused when I see the tissue paper and wonder if I should have read the little programs she made for the ceremony after all. I furrow my eyebrows as I look down at the box that reads All You Need is Love and pop the clasp open. "I have something for you," she whispers before turning around and getting a dark wooden box with a clasp and handing it to me. I lift her hands to mine and kiss them before wiping the tears from her cheeks with my thumbs. I take a shaky breath and bite the inside of my cheek, not allowing myself to cry in front of all these people, regardless of the bursting feeling in my heart. And most of all thank you for never giving up on me even when I was ready to give up on myself." Thank you, Cole for teaching me what love feels like.
Love is knowing that one day when I'm old and my body aches, my heart won't, because I'll be with you. Love is the feeling of safety you give me, the peace that washes over me when you're around. Once upon a time I was willing to give up those laughs, those butterflies, and the smiles you gave me because I wanted to put your safety first-like I always will-but I realize now that I'd rather keep you safe by my side, because I don't feel safe when I'm not by yours. And even now, all these years later, now that the butterflies aren't as lively as they once were.don't worry they're still there." she adds with a chuckle before she sniffles "You make me feel all of those things. You made me feel safe, cherished and happy despite my unhappiness. The way I yearned for you and laughed louder when I was with you. When I was younger it was the way I got butterflies in the pit of my stomach every time your name was mentioned, it was the way my mind only wanted to think of you daydream of you. "I can't tell you what love is, I really don't know that there's a concrete definition for it. "I didn't write this down so bear with me," she says, taking my hands in hers and squeezing. "Okay," Blake starts before licking her lips. She takes a step toward the priest to whisper something in his ear that makes his white eyebrows raise high in his forehead before he nods and whispers something back that makes her laugh. The priest signals her to go first, and she crinkles her cute little nose at him before clearing her throat. The customized invitation she made me the other day surprised me enough. "I do too," she says, completely flooring me because I wasn't expecting that from her at all. "I have my own," I reply, earning an arched eyebrow and amused smile from Blake. Ould like to recite his and I put my hand up to stop him. We stand facing each other, holding each other's hands as the priest reads another sermon.