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Hard to Remember, Impossible to Forget

Chapter Thirty-Six

Elena didn't know how she managed to pull it all together, but she did, although there weren't many things to do. She missed her classes altogether, while Damon never showed up to work. Their first trip in the morning had been to jewelry stores. They had to find wedding bands, and while Elena wasn't too demanding, she wanted them to be gold instead of white gold or platinum. Damon found himself matching her taste, unsurprisingly. It was just long enough to have their names written on each other's rings when they left Tiffany & Co with a pair of six millimeters wide wedding bands.

Their next stop had been to the clothes stores. While Damon headed to Tom Ford, Elena didn't know what do with herself. She didn't know those fancy stores, and she had only a vague idea of what she wanted to wear. Even if they were getting married at the City Hall, without the great wedding she knew Damon had dreamed about, she still wanted it to be special. She couldn't ignore her pregnancy. although her little girl seemed to occupy much less space than Gabriel did. She had seen the perfect dress at a Versace window, but she couldn't remember the last time she would have fit into something so tight, and still look good in it.

She had always watched the awards' shows, and she knew of brands like Armani, Versace, Monique Lhuillier, Oscar de la Renta, and a few others. But that was the extent of her knowledge about haute couture. She tried to remember her favorite gowns brands, but she concluded she'd be better off in a wedding dress store, even if she just wanted something simple.

She sent Damon a text saying where she was going, then called Caroline, and asked her to schedule some hair and makeup appointments for her. Less than ten minutes later she received an answer with the location and time. The first thing she said in every store she had entered was that she didn't want anything white, or even ivory. She wanted some color, and it made it even harder for her to find a good dress, that didn't need to be taken in. She didn't want a train, because she wanted something simple, but that made her search for a dress impossible. She had to settle with something not that simple, and ended up buying a tea length, diamond white strapless dress. As if white wasn't bad enough, the only one available in her size had to be diamond white. The gown had crystal beading, pearls and rhinestones, and that already made it very un-City Hall. There were large flowers embroidered in the lace skirt, and while it made it look cute, she felt it was still too fancy for only a room at New York Clerk's Office. It also had a cute sweetheart neckline, an asymmetrically ruched bodice, with three taffeta handmade flowers decorating the waistline. Her huge waistline. Actually the fact she was pregnant made the dress look less sophisticated for a civil ceremony.

She didn't want anything fancy in her makeup or hair. It was already bad enough with the wedding dress. Her hair was slightly curled, and except for her bangs, that were locked at the top of her head, the rest of her hair was down. Her makeup was barely there, just a little bit of everything, mascara, eyeshade, blush, and lipstick. All in clear, soft, rosy tones.

She didn't see a point of hiding herself from Damon. First, she didn't have any superstitions, second, it was easier if they went in the same car, rather than having a couple of cars headed to the same place. It was rush hour time in New York, and she thought it was pointless. But still she preferred to get dressed at the clerk's office, she didn't want to mess up her pretty dress by spending almost an hour sitting in the back of car.

"You look so beautiful," Damon said when she entered the limousine. He didn't have a lot of time to plan things, but he had always worked in a few things for their special date.

"So do you. I wish you could wear tuxedos every day," she said leaning closer to kiss him on the lips. She didn't care about her lipstick at all.

"Your father and mother are taking Gabriel," he offered when he saw her looking around the spacious car. He knew she was looking for their son.

"I thought Caroline and Stefan were going to ride with us?" she asked frowning slightly.

"No, they are all going together with your parents and Gabriel," he explained, and she nodded.

"We're getting married today," she said softly, her voice filled with affection.

"Yes, we are," he answered just as emotional.

"Not even one week after we got engaged," she added, and he smiled, kissing her cheek.

"And you used to say I was rushing things," he winked at her, and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm surprised it took you over twelve hours to finally say it. We were already married, Damon. I'm the only one who failed to realize it. And who prevented us from enjoying the best part of being married. It was either making it official or moving out," she offered lightheartedly, but her tone changed when she talked about the two options she had to solve some of their problems.

"Did you think about it?" he asked seriously.

"About what?"

"Moving out? You actually mentioned it a few times," he completed nervously. What if she wasn't completely sure about her decision, and regretted it later?

"That's another thing I should apologize for. That was very childish and immature of me. Just because you weren't doing what I thought it was ideal, especially with the alcohol, it doesn't mean I should threaten you with my presence and Gabriel's. That was uncalled for, I'm sorry," she said quietly, they still had a lot to talk about, but she'd rather have those conversations as husband and wife. She wasn't afraid of any of thing breaking them apart. If that was going to happen, they could try to work around it, and if it wasn't possible, they'd deal with the consequences. It wasn't a document that would make it any less tragic for them and traumatic for their kids.

"I've done a lot of stupid, irresponsible things too, Elena. Please don't blame yourself for everything," he said reaching for her hand, and bringing it to his lips.

"I'm not, but I realized I rarely apologized. I was so certain I was right and you were wrong, that I never even thought about apologizing. I'm sorry for a lot of things, Damon. You always apologize for your mistakes. I think I'm a little bit proud, or just too stubborn. But I want to show you I regret all the pain and disappointment I caused you," she said, feeling like her tears were threatening to fall. She didn't want to ruin her makeup, and she could see in his eyes he knew a light conversation was becoming emotionally filled.

"We have the rest of our lives to work on our differences, to learn how to deal with certain situations, and to apologize. All I want to think about now is that in an hour you're going to be Mrs. Elena Salvatore."

"Me too," she said kissing his cheek, and using her thumb to remove the lipstick mark she left.

They spent another twenty minutes in the car, before it finally stopped in front of the New York Clerk Office. They entered the building, looking for anyone from their families, but they weren't supposed to arrive for another thirty minutes.

"I'll finish getting ready," she offered, holding the dress in a hanger. The pink plastic bag didn't allow Damon to see the design, but he was really curious to know how she was going to look like.

"Okay, I'll wait for them to arrive, and we'll head to the room C. Do you want me to send Isobel or Caroline to help you when they arrive?" he asked, and she shook her head negatively.

"I just have to change dresses, it can't be that hard. I'll meet you there in a few minutes," she offered, and he kissed her forehead before heading to the room they were asked to go to.

It took her a little bit more than just a few minutes. It seemed like changing dresses wasn't that simple. Caroline of course didn't wait for her at the clerk's office, and as soon as she arrived she went looking for Elena. She helped her with a few touches in her makeup, especially her lipstick that was almost gone.

Then she started picking on her hair. It seemed like the curls were at the wrong place, disheveled, and messy. Caroline insisted it was in her head, to which Elena sarcastically answered that the problem was exactly that, the hair in her head. The blond soon realized that although Elena was calmness incarnated, she was growing nervous as each minutes passed.

When Isobel joined them, and finally convinced Elena that she looked perfect, the younger brunette said she was ready. But she didn't know what to do with herself. There was no aisle to walk, although actually there was, but should Damon wait for her in front of the clerk's desk? Should they enter the room holding arms? Should they just casually talk to their few invitees, or just head to the officer? Caroline and Isobel had already left before her, and she was still contemplating what to do outside the room when Pastor Norman arrived.

"You look lovely, Elena," he offered with a soft smile.

"Thanks, Pastor. I just don't know the protocol here. I already feel like a pathetic loser wearing a wedding dress to a civil ceremony. At least I don't have a bouquet," she offered, but before the middle-aged man could answer Caroline came outside to deliver Elena… a bouquet.

"Your husband to be asked me to give you this," she said handing

"I think now you even have the bouquet," the man offered, pointing to the romantic small bouquet of mini calla lilies, stephanotis, and hydrangeas, all of them white.

"I'm ridiculous," she confessed, feeling even more nervous, and definitely less confident about herself.

"Of course you aren't, Elena. A lot of people do it, more than you wonder, and some of them take the wedding gown, bouquets, and even decoration to a whole new level," he chuckled, seeing, as expected, that she was just like any other bride. Not that he expected her to be different because of her last minute decision to get married.

"Really?" she asked, hopeful.

"Yes, a wedding can be quite expensive. Some people don't have the money, or prefer to buy a house, or have a better honeymoon," he explained, but that information didn't bring her any relief. Actually she felt guiltier. They have the money to have the wedding of Damon's dreams, but they wouldn't have it because of her. She didn't want to wait anymore.

"Damon wants to get married in a church. But those kinds of ceremonies take months to be organized. Plus there is the new baby, and I don't think I could handle a church wedding in less than eight months from now. I couldn't keep our situation like that for so long I would feel so guilty. It seems like I'm taking his dream away," she confessed, second thoughts suddenly populating her head.

"Elena. You're doing the right thing. There's no rush to get a religious ceremony. There's no law or convention that says it should be done now. You get married today, fix your situation with Damon, and start planning your wedding for when you're ready for it," he suggested.

"That's what we planned. But what if we get accustomed by the idea, and never make it to the church? I don't have a right to keep him from his dream," she offered knowing it was a possibility. She knew a lot of people who planned to do what they did, but never made it to the end. Some postponed the honeymoon, others the religious ceremony, but they never really did it. She didn't want to take that risk. She should have thought longer about this.

"Then you put some effort in and make it happen. That's what life is about, Elena. Most time we have fight for the things we really want. You really want to make his dream come true, don't you?" he didn't spare her, or tried to sugarcoat her.

"Yes," she sighed.

"So you work hard to make it happen. Why don't you start tomorrow? Set up a meeting with a wedding planner," he suggested, and she took a deep breath.

"Can you get me Damon, Pastor Norman? I want to talk to him first," she said, and the minister agreed before entering the room.

It didn't take another minute for Damon to meet her outside the big wooden walls.

"Is everything okay?" he asked as soon as he stepped outside. But then his eyes met her frame, and he was absolutely hypnotized by the woman standing in front of him.

"You look like the zenith of creation," he breathed out, completely fascinated by his bride.

"Thank you," she said quietly, avoiding his eyes for a moment.

Damon picked up her reaction promptly, and recovering the best he could from the sight of her, he repeated his previous question, "Is everything okay?"

"No, it isn't," she confessed, and he felt his heart stop.

"What happened?" he asked in a low voice. He couldn't believe this was happening. He felt dizzy, his face was burning up, and his heart didn't seem to pump enough blood to his body.

"It's not fair to prevent you from having the wedding you've always dreamed of," she said, while tears glossed her eyes, until a couple of them finally broke free.

"What do you mean, Elena?" he asked, his voice edgy and defeated.

"Maybe we should wait, and have the big wedding you wanted," she admitted, and Damon took a deep breath.

"So you still want to get married, just not now?" he checked if he was getting the facts right.

"What if we procrastinate and we never make your dream come true? I'll feel guilty, and you'll probably resent it in the future. We won't have pictures or videos to show to the kids, and you'll never have a best man who will give an embarrassing speech at the reception. You won't see me walking down the aisle, or have my father give me over to you. I don't know if you wanted a religious ceremony because of the blessings, but we wouldn't have that either. It's not fair to you," her tears continued to fall, but thankfully the studio used water proof mascara. It must be the default procedure for brides anyway.

"Didn't you say you dreamed about the same things?" he asked, and she nodded.

"Yes, but they're not that important to me. I mean, of course I'd love to have them all, but the most important things to me aren't them," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, leading Damon to chuckle softly.

"And why would it be the most important to me? Elena, you are what I care about. It doesn't matter where, how, or when, just as long as you're my wife I'll still be the happiest man on earth," he reassured her, taking both of her hands in his.

"Are you sure?" she asked unsure.

"Of course I am," he offered her one of his trademark grins. The kind that had the power to make her at ease no matter what the situation they were.

"But what if we just get accommodated? We have a baby coming in a few months, I guess you know how much work one baby can be. Add a toddler to that and I'm not sure we'll make it another year,"

"I guess that's pregnancy hormones talking, Babe. Many people manage it, what do you think twins' parents do? And those women who have four, five children at the same time? It may be difficult for us to make time, but we'll find it somehow. I'll even take care of the wedding planning if you don't feel up to it," he said bringing her body against his, feeling completely confident now that he understood what her problem was. For a moment he thought she wanted to give up on marrying him. Her confession of having the option to move away instead of getting married had made him uneasy. And when Pastor Norman said she was asking for him the first thing in his mind was that she had changed hers. If that was the case he would leave the clerk's office and go straight to Rebekah, even without an appointment scheduled. He would probably even need medication that time around. Thankfully that wasn't the case at all.

"I guess," she said quietly.

"We're getting married today. Actually we're getting married right now. Tomorrow we'll start thinking of the second wedding? If you feel up to it, we'll have our vows renewed every year, with everything a wedding asks for," he said kissing her forehead, and stroking her hair carefully not to mess up her hair.

"I love you so much," she confessed throwing her arms around him, and holding him tight.

"I love you too, Honey but we should probably head inside now. Unlike you said, there's a photographer who's going to register this moment. I don't want to make him wait too much because it was already a kind favor to accept doing it at such short notice," he offered a big smile, knowing she wasn't expecting it. "And I couldn't have had a better idea. It would be a shame if such a beauty couldn't be registered and kept for posterity," he completed, leading her to blush slightly.

"Did you hire a photographer?" she asked, on verge of tears all over again, though this time a completely different kind of tears.

"Of course I did. And there are more surprises," he winked, and she leant in to kiss him softly on the lips.

"I loved the bouquet, it's so beautiful," she said as they broke apart.

"Not as beautiful as you. Seriously, you look like perfection, Elena," he said absolutely love struck by his soon to be wife.

"There's only one thing that could make me look better now," she offered with a full smile plastered on her face.

"And what is that?" he asked thinking it was impossible for her to look more beautiful.

"Getting inside that room, and finally becoming your wife," her smile grew even bigger, making her look radiant. Her pregnancy glow, the happiness she felt, made her look like an angel.

"I couldn't agree more, shall we?" he offered her his arm, and linking it with hers, they finally entered the room.

"Finally," John said breathing out relieved, and the rest of them actually chuckled. He couldn't believe his little girl was getting married. Even if he had been around Elena for only a year, and had met her two years ago, he still felt emotional and touched. His baby was going to get married. And it didn't matter that she was already pregnant with her second baby. Maybe because he missed most of her life, Elena was still his little girl, and she was now getting married, and officially starting her own family, changing her last name, and becoming someone else's. He was happy for her, but he couldn't help the feeling of loss, even if she had already lived with Damon for ten months.

"I thought last minute weddings didn't ask for drama," Caroline playfully added, and they all laughed.

"Did you meet these two?" her boyfriend completed, leading everyone to laugh again, but Damon rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.

"I'm happy for you, Elena," Pastor Norman said what he wanted to say the moment he saw her outside the room, but didn't have an opportunity until then.

"I wouldn't be here if you didn't give me so many words of wisdom," she said, and once again she felt the tears forming in her eyes. She should have prepared herself for a floodgate.

"Don't give me all the credit, the way you feel about this man here, is what brought you here today," he said taking her hand in his, and then Damon's.

"Still, you helped me see things clearer, and understand things I didn't, I'm really thankful, Pastor Norman," she offered from the bottom of her heart.

"And so am I," Damon said, showing his gratefulness for the minister too.

"I'd like to share a few words with you before the official ceremony starts, is that okay with you?" he asked the bride and the groom, who agreed.

The judge called Damon and Elena just then, and the pastor asked permission to share just a five minute speech with the couple, and their witnesses. The man already knew Pastor Norman from many other civil ceremonies, and although it wasn't part of the protocol, he gave him the go ahead.

"I'm going to read a chapter from the Scriptures from the 1st Corinthians chapter 13", the pastor announced while he opened his bible, "'Suppose I speak in the languages of human beings and of angels. If I don't have love, I am only a loud gong or a noisy cymbal. Suppose I have the gift of prophecy. Suppose I can understand all the secret things of God and know everything about him. And suppose I have enough faith to move mountains. If I don't have love, I am nothing at all. Suppose I give everything I have to poor people. And suppose I give my body to be burned. If I don't have love, I get nothing at all. Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not want what belongs to others. It does not brag. It is not proud. It is not rude. It does not look out for its own interests. It does not easily become angry. It does not keep track of other people's wrongs. Love is not happy with evil. But it is full of joy when the truth is spoken. It always protects. It always trusts. It always hopes. It never gives up. Love never fails. But prophecy will pass away. Speaking in languages that had not been known before will end. And knowledge will pass away. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.'" he finished the reading. His serene voice made it seem all that much more touching, and Elena who had been crying since before, was joined by Caroline, and even Damon seemed to have shed a couple of tears. The text was just too beautiful.

"Damon, Elena, there will be days where you'll need hope, because they're going to be tough, and you will only hope for them to get better. There will be days you'll need faith, because sometimes life can be tragic, and faith may be what keeps you sane. But while those things help us through life, it's love that really gets us through the bad days. No matter how bad, even if your faith fails you, and your heart is too broken to be hopeful, as long as you have love, you'll make it through another day, and then another, and another, and another," the middle-aged man offered softly and peacefully. Everyone in the room was touched by his words, and trying to hold back their tears and emotions. Gabriel, obviously, was the only who wasn't affected by the pastor, while his grandfather held him.

"I want to repeat a few parts that summarize what love is about: it is patient, kind, it always protects, trusts, hopes, and never, under no circumstances does it give up. That's why this kind of love never fails, and if you build your marriage over this foundation, no matter what life throws at you, you'll overcome it, together. And you'll probably be stronger than before. Remember this. I'm not talking about the passion you feel for each other, or the feelings that made you crazy about each other. I'm talking about a deep commitment that makes you overlook each other's mistakes, forgive, learn to let go, be gentle, and kind. Sometimes you won't feel those things; you'll just have to put an effort to make them happen," he added, and Damon and Elena nodded in agreement.

"So while hope is important, and faith is helpful, your marriage depends only on love to last forever, no matter what people say, no matter what you feel, and no matter what happens. Trust me when I say that this kind of love really never fails, and I'm sure, that's the kind of love you already have for each other," he completed, and John actually offered a handkerchief to his daughter who was clearly the most emotional person in the room, her tears falling continuously.

The pastor then passed the word to the clerk, who explained the legal part of their agreement. Once he was assured that Elena and Damon understood everything legal marriage entailed, they moved to the rings moment.

"I, Damon Alessandro Salvatore take you, Elena Sophia Gilbert as my wife," he said repeating the words the clerk said, while he rolled the wedding band on her finger.

"I, Elena Sophia Gilbert, take you, Damon Alessandro Salvatore as my husband," she also repeated her part.

"By the power given to me by the New York State, I now pronounce you husband and wife," the clerk said before Damon and Elena kissed, taking their time, even though they had witnesses.

"Finally," she added as she kissed him hungrily, in a way he'd never been kissed before. He didn't know where that came from, but he hoped it stayed that way as long as possible.

Elena had been once again surprised by him with dinner at 'their' restaurant, except that at the dinner Rebekah and Alaric also joined them. They stayed at the restaurant a little over two hours, and when Damon said they weren't going home with Stefan, Caroline, and Gabriel, she had actually frowned.

"It's too bad we won't have a honeymoon. The least I could do was to give you a special wedding night," he said then, and she just melted at all the effort he had put into their last minute wedding. But that was thirty minutes ago, and the moment she was alone with Damon, she felt herself melting again, but for completely different reasons. The moment they entered the room, and he closed the door behind her, she started attacking his body with her lips and hands.

"I can't believe we can finally do it! No guilt, no regret!" she said, as she desperately tried to get rid of his clothes.

"Someone seems excited," he smirked as he kissed her shoulder lazily, his position making it even harder for her to get him out of his tuxedo.

"More than can you imagine," she smiled naughtily after she finally got rid of his tuxedo jacket.

"Where did this fire come from?" he was still amused, but enjoying every minute of her sudden sexual appetite.

"I could blame the pregnancy hormones, but just because I'm against sex before marriage, it doesn't mean I don't enjoy being sexed up," she said, moving her lips to his while her hands started to work on the buttons of his shirt.

There weren't a lot of audible words, as both of the moaned, Damon had had enough teasing. The way Elena was hungrily kissing him, had really turned him on, and his hands moved to the back of her dress, looking for the zipper. But it was nothing compared to when she finally undid all his buttons, pressing her hands almost forcefully against his chest.

"You're yummy," she muttered, before kissing his neck, and biting it slightly.

Damon needed a few moments to recover from her sensual ministrations, but soon he resumed his task at undressing her, suddenly feeling as urgent as her.

"Claim me, Damon. Claim me as your wife," she said between moans when she felt her dress pooling around her feet, and his hands immediately moving to her breasts.

"I feel like I married a volcano," he answered between deep breaths.

"I feel like you didn't see even the tip of the iceberg," she winked at him, and started to touch his already visible bulge, through his pants.

"Don't tease," he said as she caressed his erection.

"I have no plans of doing so, I'm all for action. You have no idea how much I desired you all those months," she said as she stepped out of her wedding dress.

"Really?" he managed to ask, her hand driving him nearly crazy.

"It was emotionally exhausting to keep resisting you. I also felt very guilty because your father was sick, then he died, and I kept having sexual dreams about you," she said, stopping her actions to breathe, but also because she didn't feel comfortable mentioning his father while she touched his most intimate area. It wasn't like she didn't need some air.

"I want some descriptions of those," he said before claiming her lips again, his hands cupping her butt.

"Later, okay? I'll give you whatever you want later, now I'm in desperate need to release all the sexual tension I've been sucking up for months," she said, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. It was a good thing she had very long legs, otherwise her bump wouldn't allow her to be in that position.

"I'm all for it," he said breathlessly, holding her while he walked to the bed. Although she was six months pregnant, she was still very light.

"Thought you wouldn't say it," she offered him a naughty smile when he dropped her on the bed, and moving to get rid of his pants.

"Just when I thought you couldn't be any more perfect," he offered undoing his zipper, before wriggling out of his dress pants.

There weren't many other words after Damon joined her on the bed. He wanted to kiss her whole body, but she had him so excited that he went straight to her lips, while he was propped on his knees and arms. He didn't want to put his weight on her stomach, and after letting his lips descend and explore her upper body, he moved his arms to her back, making her sit on the bed.

There was still the thin fabric of their undergarments between their bodies, but it could wait a little longer while their hands and lips got reacquainted with their bodies. And they explored plenty of each other's skins. Damon remembered their two previous times quite vividly, but they fade to compare to what this was becoming. He still had some way to go before meeting her walls again, but it was already too much. Elena didn't show any shyness, and he was almost surprised when she rested her palms against his chest, kissing him passionately, and then pushing him to lie on his back.

The sweet torture they imposed on one another continued for long minutes. Sensual kisses on the lips and in nearly every bare spot of their bodies really fueled their desire, and finally their undergarments were getting out of their way. Damon was thankful for her being on top of him when their bodies finally met again like that. He had read many things, and even talked to Meredith about sex during the pregnancy, but there was a small part of him that still worried about hurting her or their little girl. Unsurprisingly, she had taken all of him inside of her, and their bodies started to rock in sync instantly. His hands found their way to her breasts, but they were nearly replaced by his lips, and then they were sitting instead of lying. Moisture kept increasing in their bodies in a mix of their sweat, saliva, and fluids, opposing to the air that seemed to become scarcer and scarcer. Their names were constantly at each others' lips, while they felt their bodies contorting from pleasure. If their last time had been all about worship and longing, this one was about desperation and repressed needs and desire. It was wild, intense, and deep.

Elena's boldness and hunger had an effect on him like he couldn't describe. He didn't expect her to be like that at all. He knew she had only been resistant to sex because of her beliefs, and he hoped she wouldn't have any reservations once they were married. But he was greatly surprised to know a different side of his now wife.

Their voices started to sound hoarser, and their names turned into intelligible words as their movements' pace increased and their precision decreased because of the uncontrollable trembling.

Euphoria never had a better meaning to any of them; neither did happiness when they reached not the climax of their intimate reunion, but the climax of their lives. No regret, no guilt, no ghosts from the past, no pain from the present. Just two souls, linking together, like they'd been fated to. Forever.

AN: if any of you is curious about the dress, google Alfred Angelo style 2244. As Elena is pregnant, the fuller skirt doesn't seem that full because of her bump.

I know most of you (if not all) realized how things went and they were finally able to be together in this story. Giuseppe had to die, because I don't think Damon would ever let it go if Elena didn't live with them those months. He had to experience the life with her and Gabriel to know what he had been missing. I know I could have let him live, but he was in such difficult conditions to live with. As for their problems, they're mostly there, but I think what they learned is that they should listen to one another before trying to fight or to impose their opinion. Both now have their minds more open about her beliefs - yeah, even she - and I think the words Pr. Norman chose to share with them will really make a difference in their lives. By the way, when I first heard of this beautiful part of Christian scripture, I fell in love with it. It was part of a secular band's song, that I wasn't really a fan of, but those words are so powerful, deep, and beautiful. I understand why the guy - never being a Christian - decided to include them in his song.

Thanks a lot for all the reviews, I think we're coming to an epilogue next, though I'm not sure. Also special thanks to my beta, Daniela.

xoxo

Babi