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It had been a small wedding.

The bride wore a simple knee-length dress. Not one for fancy things the dress itself was made of soft flowing silk, yet no jewelry adorned her neck, and no veil her face. She was after all not a person who necessarily followed tradition.

The groom was very much the same. Although not one to wear suits, he had surprised those present when he presented himself in a new one, just bought for the occasion.

And how could have he said no? When his loved one has so dearly expressed the fact that it made him look more handsome in her eyes?

It had been a simple wedding.

So simple in execution that no other thing adorned their backyard than flowers. Her flowers, all alive, all roses. Surrounded as they were by countless of butterflies dancing around in the soft morning light.

No chairs were needed for those present. For the occasion lasted no more than twenty minutes, with only the small speech on the judge of peace and the vows of those pledging themselves.

She had said her vows first. How she had come for him, stayed for him, and ultimately lived for him. What was, after all, stronger than love as to keep a person walking in the desert towards home?

He had no answer to that. No one did. Yet in all his time with her he had learned that often times he didn't needed one. That his actions and eyes spoke much more eloquently of his love for her than all the sonnets of the world.

So with as much tenderness as he could muster he took her still injured hand in his and brought it to his heart, while with the other one moved a stranded piece of hair that had escaped her ponytail.

She had worn that same ponytail nine years ago, he remembered.

At the end of such an intimate demonstration of his affection he could not but bring himself to say those three words that had felt so long overdue to be heard. An "I love you" so softly spoken that it had brought tears to more than one present, and such a happy smile to her face that no one had been left in doubt of how much happiness this couple felt.

It had been an intimate wedding.

Afterwards. All seated around the table for a comfortable breakfast, cheered for what was yet to come, congratulating the newlywed couple, whishing them the most lasting of happiness and telling stories of their time together. Nothing was left unsaid, no question unanswered and the ones invited were given then one of the greatest gifts from the now couple.

The two most privet persons they had ever met had allowed, for the fist time in their lives, a completely open door into their lives. And nothing was more touching that that.

Now all that remained of such a joyous occasion was just this one picture. Taken unexpectedly by a young miss Willows in her cell phone while the Grissoms holded hands and the rest of their co-workers, their friends, their family laughed around them.