After everything we had been through…
There was no need to rush.
But there was also no reason to wait.
Our relationship had grown naturally.
From strangers again…
To something real.
One evening, I looked at her and said,
"Nancy… let's get married."
She didn't act surprised.
She just looked at me quietly… then smiled.
"Okay," she said.
Simple.
No long speeches.
No drama.
Just understanding.
The wedding was not too loud.
It wasn't about showing the world.
It was about us.
A few close people.
A calm setting.
Nothing complicated.
She wore a simple but beautiful dress.
I stood there, watching her walk toward me.
And for a moment…
All I could see was the girl I once sat beside.
Not the years.
Not the distance.
Just her.
We exchanged vows.
Not long ones.
Just words that meant something.
Promises.
Real ones.
When it was time…
I held her hand.
Tightly.
Like I was making sure she wouldn't slip away again.
And she held mine too.
After the ceremony, everything felt… calm.
Not excitement.
Not noise.
Just peace.
That night, we were finally alone.
No past.
No interruptions.
No distance.
Just us.
We didn't rush anything.
We talked.
We laughed.
We sat quietly at some point, just looking at each other like we were still trying to understand how we got here.
Then slowly…
We moved closer.
No words were needed.
Everything that had been building over the years…
Finally came together.
It wasn't just physical.
It was deeper than that.
It was trust.
It was comfort.
It was something we had carried for years without fully understanding.
And now…
It was complete.
For the first time…
There was no distance between us.