• I will never say goodbye.

    The feeling of your lips against mine, electricity, fireworks, an explosion to end the night, and perhaps to end every night thereafter.

    The first time you told me you loved me, whispered conspiratorially in my ear. I pretended not to understand, just to hear those words again. Forever I would hold your hand.

    The intoxicating aroma of a hundred lazy Sundays spent with you. Ice cream in the summertime, dripping through your fingers, laughter and a hundred sighs. Coats and mittens, snowball fights and sledding, the frosty air chilled my bones, but you donated body heat every time I shivered.

    My fingers running through your hair, smoothing it back sensually, or playfully styling it into a Mohawk. Eyes of ember rising from a face of ash, watching the logs burn as we cuddled by the fireplace. I looked into your eyes and you kissed me, again.

    These are the memories, standing here garbed in white, new memories in the making. A golden band, a promise, a bouquet of flowers and a teary eyed collection of everyone we've ever known.

    "Do you take this man to be..."

    I did, I do, I will.

    Forever.

    I will never say goodbye.