Amy and Rory swayed in place, and would have been happy to stay in the other's arms for all eternity. As they kissed, all either one could think was that they had always been meant to be. And as long as they were together, they would always be home.
Wrapping his arms tightly around the slim waist of his new bride, Rory blessed the heavens for Amy, and that she had finally realized how he felt about her. He'd waited many long and lonely years for her – more, even, than she had waited for her Raggedy Man – and many lifetimes as well. He would go through it all again in a heartbeat, though, and say the same thing every time – she was worth it. Years of being forced to measure up to the Doctor had left his ego bruised, and made him sure that he could never give nearly enough, but he would sure as hell try. Bending his head to rest it on her shoulder, he also said a silent prayer that they had both survived the Doctor's adventures long enough to actually get married. Pushing thoughts of the Doctor from his mind, Rory turned his attention to the woman in his arms, and how he fell more in love with her each and every day.
Pressed as close up against her new husband as was possible, Amy thought about how, even after all the years that they had known each other, Rory continued to amaze her. She knew he'd only shared a small portion of what he'd had to go through to guard the Pandorica, with her inside, and it was that that left her in awe. For him to have waited all those years for her younger self to be able to release her current self, and to have seen and done so many impossible things – all to keep her safe … she couldn't find words to describe what that did to her heart, or her love for him, for that matter. She'd know he'd cared – he always took every opportunity to tell her that he loved her – but standing guard over her for all those years was going above and beyond the call of duty, and made the years she'd spent waiting for the Doctor look like nothing in comparison. Forgetting the Doctor, she lost herself in the feel of Rory's arms around her as she buried her head in the crook of his neck.
The road to get to where they were had been long, but so worth it. After all, they'd gotten each other out of all they'd been through. Who were they to complain?
Watching over the proceedings, the Doctor finally allowed his melancholy to take over. No matter how happy he was that Amy had brought him back, he couldn't stop the sudden surge of jealousy at the fact that she was marrying Rory and not him. As he stood on the sidelines, he observed the bride and groom share a sweet and tender kiss, before falling into the other's arms.
Where does that leave me? thought the Doctor morosely. The girl who waited for me and the boy who waited for her – together at last, as it's always been meant to be … I have no place in their life anymore, he thought sadly as he turned away, preparing to leave the festivities. He didn't want to give up his mad impossible Amy Pond, but he would – for the sake of her marriage, if nothing else. She'd made her choice, and he had to respect that. After all, he loved her, and wanted what was best for her. Just as everything had always been about Amy for him, so had it always been about Rory for her.
With those thoughts running through his head – however grim they might have been, considering he was at a wedding – the Doctor slipped away into the night, intent on disappearing from the lives of those he would surely ruin were he to linger.