Tohru was dressed in a traditional gown for her wedding day. She was so happy to be marrying her best friend. She felt her whole heart swelling with love.

Hana and Uo helped dress her. Uo put makeup on her, while Hana styled her hair elegantly. Hana fixed every small detail, while Uo gave her advice. Tohru felt so cared for by her loving friends.

The stars had aligned, and the weather was perfect. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny autumn day, with just the slightest of breezes. An afternoon wedding, when the sun shone through the changing trees and cast everything in a golden light.

As Tohru walked down the aisle, she could see that everyone she was close to had attended. She even saw Momo in the crowd; her heart skipped a beat. It nearly brought her to tears to see how many people loved and supported her.

Then, she looked straight in front if her, and saw him waiting for her - her new husband, the love of her life. He looked so incredibly handsome in his kimono. She wanted to run to him, to embrace him, to shout from the rooftops how much she loved him. Instead, she smiled brightly and kept her composure, walking down the aisle as properly as one could hope.

When she finally reached him, she delicately took the hand he extended to her, blushing with anticipation. Suddenly, everything else around her seemed blurry, except for his face. His lovely, kind, beautiful face. She knew how loved and cherished she was whenever she gazed into his eyes. She could fall into them forever.

Happy tears glazed over both of their eyes. Nothing else existed but them. Together. Forever. It was nothing short of magical.

Then, the kiss happened. It was so tender and loving, so sweet and pure. She knew that she would never want to kiss anyone else for the rest of her life.

At the reception, Tohru could finally greet all of her guests properly. She thanked each and every one of them personally for attending, and gave the biggest hug to Momo, whom she didn't expect to see there at all. She was so delighted that her husband could finally be close with his sister again.

"Hey," a low voice said from behind her.

She turned around to see Kyo, all dressed up and groomed like a supermodel. She gave a small gasp, because everything about him startled her - his physical proximity to her, his demeanor, the tone of his voice.

"Congratulations," he told her, with a bittersweet smile on his face, his hand briefly resting on her shoulder.

As he walked away, Tohru watched a thought go by in her mind. What if I had married Kyo instead?

But Kyo was too quick to anger. He was moody, and that worried her. He treated others rudely, and that bothered her. He used to hit her, and that had hurt her.

Then, she heard her husband's signature laughter, and Tohru instantly forgot about Kyo. She had indeed made the correct choice. It was as clear as crystal. He would never hit her, nor scold her, nor forsake her. He was generous and loving and he cared for Tohru more than anything else on Earth.

Toward the end of the reception, it started to rain. It began as a very light drizzle, then gradually grew stronger, until everyone decided to go home. Tohru gratefully waved good-bye to her guests as they left, her husband holding an umbrella over her head.

"How did you know to bring this?" Tohru asked him, impressed. "It was so sunny and warm earlier!"

Her husband smiled at her. "I checked what the weather online before we got here," he explained, offering his elbow for her to hold onto. "They say it's good luck to have rain on your wedding day."

Tohru laughed. She felt a bit silly, but he didn't chide her for it. She looked up at him and kissed him warmly. "I love you, Momiji," she said to him.

"I love you, too," he replied.

That night, for their honeymoon, he took her to a luxury hotel, where he hand-fed her chocolate-covered strawberries and massaged her from head to toe. He bought her an ice cream cake, and that was their dinner. He wanted her to be astutely aware that she deserved the world.

Tohru had never felt so spoiled in her life. Was she being selfish? Was it ok that she was taking so much from him? She started to feel a pang of guilt in her heart, and she suddenly stopped and gasped when she realized what she was doing.

"Tohru?" Momiji asked, holding her hand lovingly. "Is something wrong?"

She couldn't answer him. There was something buried deep inside of her psyche that she had nearly forgotten. What about her mother? Did she have a right to be this happy when her mother wasn't around anymore?

"Tohru," he breathed again patiently, "what's bothering you?"

"What did I do to deserve you?" she asked, tears flowing down her cheeks.

Her husband seemed taken aback by this. "What do you mean, Tohru?" he questioned her softly, holding her hand.

"I'm a bad person," she whispered. "I barely even thought about my mother today. I wish…"

Momiji gently pulled her into a loving embrace when her voice broke. "It's ok," he soothed her. "You're not a bad person. You're allowed to be happy. Your mother would want you to be happy, too."

Tohru could not stop the stream of tears from running down her face. "Am I… replacing her with you?" she faltered.

"No," Momiji said confidently. "There are so many different kinds of love in this world; there are as many kinds of love as there are people. You can love me, and your mom, and everyone else in your life, all at the same time. Your heart can fit all of us inside."

He touched her underneath her chin, but didn't force her to look at him. She looked at him, anyway, her face puffy and red and wet with tears. "I love you," she sniffled.

Rather than answering her verbally, Momiji lovingly pressed his lips against hers, holding her face tenderly in his hands. He carefully lifted her into a standing position, and they began to dance. There was no music playing, but they danced, anyway. It made Tohru forget about her sadness.

Then, she remembered something that Kyo had told her, long ago, when they were still children. "It's ok to be selfish sometimes."

Tohru realized that she could keep the parts of people that they willingly gave to her; their advice, most importantly. It wasn't being selfish. That was the beauty of it. And with every step of the dance, she opened herself up a bit more to what Momiji wanted to give her.

It was love.

They loved each other, unquestioningly, unwaveringly, unconditionally. And they both had so much more love to give. It would take them a lifetime to express all of it. That's why they had decided to get married.