All we have left is our instincts, a powerful bond to either keep us together or tear us apart.
The Outsiders, gotta love them, always quick to stick their heads in. What do they know? Is it something we can see? Destiny or fatality
What we have is something brand new. Do we just give up now or do we walk through? Slowly, Until we reach the other side...
With you, as the love of my life, my handsome groom.

What does your heart tell you right now at this moment?

I want to continue to cherish every moment with you... Of us!