“I’m yours. And you are mine. Not even death does us part.” “Forever,” I whisper back, leaning into his kiss. But this isn’t just a kiss. It’s the consecration of our love—our vows. A declaration to the universe that we’re fated and nothing can keep us apart. Our mouths meet again, reverently, lip over lip, as we fall into each other deeper. Existing only for one another. No end, no beginning. I don’t know how much time will pass before I see him again, but I know deep down in my soul that I will. And that’s all I need.
