I Do
As I walk gracefully down the isle, Philip in my bridesmaids hands, I was met by striking blue eyes and that same lean, tall and muscular body I bumped into seven years ago. He looked hot in that tux. I smiled at him and his face went form adoring shock to that classic Augustus grin I love.
Once I made it down the isle, I linked my arm in his and stepped onto the alter of the Heart of Jesus. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "You are so beautiful." I couldn't hold back my smile or the blush that came after it. The priest broke me out of my reverie by saying, "Ladies and Gentlemen…", but I couldn't focus as Gus laced his fingers in mine and gave my hand a squeeze. My hands was so sweaty. I hoped he didn't notice. I look up to hims and find piercing blue eyes staring back at me. He mouthed, "Okay?" I mouthed back, "Okay."
It was time of the vows.
Gus went first. "Hazel Grace, I've loved you since the first time I layer my eyes on you right here in this church. I'm so happy I bumped into you on that chilly fall I said you were as beautiful as Natalie Portman from V For Vendetta, I was so wrong. You are so beautiful, you don't compare. When I said I feared oblivion, that was then. Now I only fear a life without you, Hazel Grace. I love you so much. Okay?"
Tears ran down my face. He was so beautiful.
I shakily opened the piece of paper that I had my vows written on.
I read, "Augustus, when I first saw you, you were hot, like really hot. I assumed you were the one all the girls fought over and that you always got the one you wanted. That you would never even want to look at a girl like me. When you said I was beautiful, I go curious. I told you I was a grenade and that when I blew up, I didn't want to hurt you, but you didn't waver one bit. Then we went to the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam and we kissed. I know now that our cancer is not what makes us who we are. You taught me that we all get hurt in this would and that we have no choice over that, but we do have a say in who hurts us. You taught me about metaphors and all these wonderful things. We make our own story. Nobody gets to decide our path for us not even our cancer. We choose our own path. And I choose you. Okay?"
I looked up. His eyes were glassy and he had that big goofy grin on his face that I always loved.
We exchange the rings and the priest says, "Do you, Augustus Waters, take Hazel Grace Lancaster to be you wife? In sickness and in health."
I look into his eyes as he says, "I do."
The priest turns to me and asks, "Do you, Hazel Grace Lancaster take Augustus Waters to be your husband? In sickness and in health?"
I reply, "I do." without a second thought.
The rest of the priests words are drowned out as we both lean in and kiss.
