I wish I could say that from that day we lived happily ever after. We didn't. No one does.

The truth is, there are good days and bad days. There are days when I thought I would be sad forever. And days when he would piss me off so bad I'd think about clawing his eyes out, or keying his bike, or cutting off his hair while he slept.

But there were also days when he made me feel more loved than anyone I've ever known. Days where I thought my heart would burst at the sight of him. Days where he was the only thing that got me out of bed.

That's what real love is. It's bred in darkness and flourishes in the light. It's two people who continuously choose each other everyday.

That's what my wedding vows said. At least something like that, I can't really remember, I was crying too hard anyway. Wulf's were much more simple.

I promise to always love you, even when you don't want me to. From now, until the end of time, you will always be mine.

Okay, that really got me. Thank god for water proof mascara, because I was a mess. Like always, he just laughed and swiped away my tears. His face was covered in lipstick by the time we were done and the minister looked ready to faint.

Our wedding was everything we wanted. Just the two of us. On a beach in Costa Rica. A white dress, a black suit, and two people who somehow fell madly in love.

The place we rented here is stunning. We're spending a month- a fucking month- on our honeymoon. And that month starts tonight.