"I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time."
—Lana Del Rey, Blue Jeans
I never thought it would happen again. I never believed that I would fall in love again, not after Daniel. But now, I was glad that I'd been given a second chance at love. I met Michael's eyes as I swept towards him. We were on the beach in Hawaii, the sun just beginning to set behind us. It'd been Michael's idea to elope; what with everything going on, we knew that we would never be able to have a proper wedding. I wore a simple, long white dress with a flour in my hair. The sand warmed my bare feet. Michael beamed at me, and I him.
"You're beautiful, Nikki," he said, and we joined hands.
"Nikita Mears and Michael Wolfe, we have gathered here this evening to join you in holy matrimony," the priest began. "I could say several things to you, but I choose to hear what you have to say to one another." He gestured at my husband-to-be.
"Nikita, I have loved you from the day I first laid my eyes upon you. I tried denying it, as I knew we could never truly be together, but now I see how wrong I was. I have fallen in love many times, and always with you. I vow to stand by your side and protect you, in good times and bad, as long as we both shall live."
Tears of joy slipped down my cheeks. "Michael Wolfe, we have been through so much together over the past few years. From the moment we met, I-I just knew that I'd found my other half, my best friend, my partner…my soulmate and true love. Nothing shall ever come between us. I love you, and I always will. I'll love you until the end of time. Till death do us part."
The minister held out the rings in his palm, and Michael and I reached for them. Our wedding rings were simple, gold bands. No inscriptions were carved into them. They weren't overly exquisite or glamorous, which I liked.
"I, Michael Wolfe, take you, Nikita Mears, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part," Michael repeated after the priest, and slid the ring onto my finger.
"I, Nikita Mears, take you, Michael Wolfe, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day foward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day foward until death do us part." I slipped the ring onto his finger.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. Michael, you may kiss your bride."
"I love you, Nikita Wolfe," my new husband murmured.
"I love you, too, Michael Wolfe," I responded and he pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. I threw my arms around him, returning the kiss.
I had never known what it felt like to truly be happy until now.