"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

I stared into Gwen's beautiful eyes with a huge grin splayed across my face before fitting my lips to hers. As soon as they touched, claps and cheers erupted through the spring air.

I wanted to kiss her for a lifetime, but, for the sake of time, I was forced to break away. She blinked at me in protest, but I only pushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I love you," I said with a whisper.

"I love you, too," she whispered back.

I reached my hand out to her, and she laced her fingers through mine. We walked together though the grassy aisle, not looking behind us until we disappeared into the trees.

Our wedding photographer followed us out a minute later, carefully making sure that she didn't ruin the sweet moment. I heard Gwen giggling as we peered through the pink flowers hanging from the trees.

"Poor Harry is the third wheel at work," I said, watching him sitting on the front row of white folding chairs. Several feet in front of him was our wedding arch: Vines spilling up and down the sides, topped off with lightly-colored flowers.

"That's a shame," Gwen replied sarcastically.

"You're so rude," I told her, turning so I could look her in the eye. Her face was extra cheerful, wearing the smile that always made me feel giddy. She just shrugged, turning away as our photographer arrived, ducking into the trees.

"Congratulations," she said. "I've done all kinds of wedding photoshoots, but I have to admit, you guys are the cutest couple I've ever seen."

"Thank you," Gwen and I both said at the same time. When people got married, many people always said that it was the moment where two people became one. If that was only a myth, I'd be surprised. I already felt it happening inside of me. And I thought I couldn't love Gwen even more dearly. I was wrong. As unconditionally as you think you love someone, there's always room for more.

The three of us wandered deeper into the trees. The chattering voices of our family and friends faded away with every step.