Chapter 18: "Happily Ever After"
The sun dipped into the horizon as Jack slid the ring onto my finger.
Our lips met in a tender kiss and we kiss passionately
The world faded away.
Looks like we are the only couple around
Our lips explore each other seeking for it rightful home
We kissed for a long time and couldn't resist the desire we had
We have to excuse and went to our room
We haven't reached inside when jack continues to kiss me wildly
We were lost in each other
When we got inside we kissed and processed to the next level
We truly needed this, now I know am his forever
We explore each other in our own world
Only their love remained.
The next day was our engagement day ,I couldn't contain my happiness
His is going to be mine forever
Our engagement sparked joy.
Friends and family celebrated.
The art center became a hub for wedding planning.
My students created wedding decorations.
Local artisans crafted the wedding gown.
Jack's colleagues organized a surprise bachelor party.
As the big day approached:
Mine and Jack's love shone brighter.
Our bond strengthened.
On a picturesque summer day:
I walked down the aisle.
Jack's eyes locked onto mine.
Tears of happiness filled his eyes.
We exchanged vows.
Promising forever.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss.
As husband and wife.
Their love story became a legend.
Inspiring others.
A testament to true love's power.
Epilogue:
Years passed.
My art center flourished.
Jack's career soared.
Our love remained unwavering.
Children filled our lives.
Laughter and joy filled our home.
One evening, as we sat on our porch:
Watching the sunset.
Jack turned to me.
"I love you more with each passing day," he whispered.
I smiled wholeheartedly
"I love you forever," i replied.
Our hands intertwined.
Forever and always.
THE END.
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