Till Death Tears Us Apart

"How do you suppose, should our wedding vows be like??", she asked him as they were enjoying those few moments of solace that they could manage to steal from their busy lives.

"You very well know that I don't believe in such things.", he said lazily.

"Come on! Aren't you writers supposed to be a bit romantic?!", she teased.

He smiled to himself, held her by her hands and urged her to get up and stand facing him... She felt a bit nervous yet foolish, standing there as he circled her until he started speaking.

"In the tempest of my life's lowest and in the calm of its pinnacle... will you be mine? In the drizzling rains of the youth and scorching sands of the old age... will you be mine?”

“As we walk down the aisle together till the day one of us accompanies the other to the grave... will you be mine?”

“In the soothing moments of our agreements and the raging inferno of our differences... will you be mine? Even if the world conspires to tear us apart or destiny aspires to make us strangers... will you still be mine?"

Saying so he stood in front of her staring deep into her brown eyes, savoring every minute expression her face could hint off in response to his words. It was only later that she realized, she was so engrossed in listening to him that she never noticed they were holding hands, looking at each other. "

“And finally..", he said inching closer towards her," Will you be mine if the time forces us to leave everyone we both love only to cherish our bond... tell me... will you still be mine?"

"Yes...", She said... convinced that she had found the true love that she ever desired, that even if life ebbed from her, she would still be alive in him... Convinced that the writer would pen “their” life-like one of his literary works, with the quill of trust, dipped in the ink of Love