𝙑𝙪𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 (𝙀𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙣)

22

"The story of me and Elio is anything but short. It's a long rocky road, with many twist and turns. Decisions were made, some wrong, some right. Though we always found our way back to each other. I could start with the day we met, or when me and little Elio ran around playing tag through the house, getting yelled at by our parents for breaking things. But the real story began the day Oliver came into Elios life. I remember getting calls everyday from him telling me about the guy staying in his home. I learned that they became friends, which if you know anything about Elio, he never really had many of. But Elio and Oliver's story isn't mine to tell. Though it's part of what brought us together. After Oliver had left, I got even more calls, this time of Elio crying uncontrollably, saying how much he missed The other man. I was there for him, even though we were miles and miles apart. But soon, it transformed into, 'I miss you Stella, when will I see you again?' So I surprised him. One thing lead to another and feelings formed. I knew I had to leave, but I still got so attached. And when I left, I could no longer speak to him. It hurt too bad. After a year I get the news that me and my family are moving to Italy, our house less than a mile away from Elio. And god in the moment I hated that. I hated myself. I had left Elio in shambles, and now I'd have to face what I broke. Then, I saw him. He was the same beautiful boy. Just like the first time I visited, one thing lead to another, and now here I am, standing at our wedding! I love you Elio. I've never loved anyone else but you."

There was a silence for a moment, until practically everyone stood up and clapped.

Elio was in tears as he approached me. "I fucking love you Stella Perlman."

I sigh. "I could get used to that."

Elio stood in front of the microphone, preparing what he's going to say. I take my seat back with my mom.

"I don't think anything that there's anything I can say to top that. I know that in the future, there will be fights, yelling, door slamming, and more. I know there will be many tears shed and many late night talks where we just cry in each other's arms. Love is never perfect. No matter how many times you say it is, nothings ever perfect. But I've never wanted perfect. Stella is just as flawed as I am, and I like to think we balance each other out very well. Her lacks are my strengths and mine are hers. I've never been happier in my life than I am when I'm with her. When some people weren't there," I look to Oliver who was smiling up at me, "others were." I look to Stella who is crying. "I've never met anyone that loves as hard as Stella Perlman. I got really fucking lucky."

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The two of us stand on the crowded dance floor, rocking back and forth to the music, crying in one another's shoulder.

"We did it." I whisper with a sniffle. "Now we just need an Amelia and Alexander."

He lightly chuckles. "We will get to that after the honey moon. Right now I just want it to be me and you, alone together. Preferably without clothes."

I smile and kiss his lips once. "Soon baby. Soon."

"Can't we just ditch?"

"Our own wedding? You want us to ditch our own wedding?" I laugh.

He shrugs.

I think for a moment. There's a car waiting outside, ready for us to walk out and take us to the airport.

I bend down, slip off my heels, grab Elios hand, and began running.

"Stella? What on earth-" my mom says.

"I love you guys! Love you mr and Mrs Perlman!" I yell. "Thanks for coming everyone!"

Me and Elio jump in the car, slamming the door behind us.

"Unzip me." I say, turning my back towards Elio. When he hesitates, I laugh. "Don't worry. I knew we'd pull some stupid shit like this. I have another dress under it."

He unzips it and I slide out of it. "Off to the airport!" I exclaim, buckling my seat belt.

I look over to Elio, who's smiling like a maniac.

I put my hand on his cheek, turning his face towards me.

The smile fades quickly as we stare down at each other's lips.

I grab a handful of hair on the back of his head and lean in, not connecting our lips, but being close enough for our noses to touch.

He tries to lean in, but I pull him back. He groans.

"I love you." I whisper and let go, making him attack my lips with hunger.

As we made out in the backseat, I realized that I never want to let go of him. I want to be touching Elio all the time. I want to be kissing him any chance I get.

And on this honeymoon, that's exactly what I plan to do.

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Okay so I know this ending may be pretty shitty, I just could never find the motivation to write anymore. I was running out of idea. I hope you enjoyed. I'm so thankful for every single one of you and all your kind words.

Bye for now.