Thomas Louvier
The nerves were increasing with the passing time. I never thought that love could happen like this. I always envisioned it happening in a slow progressive cumulous of moments, not this rushed feeling slapping me out of me into a new one.
I know love begins with attraction and then feelings, but what lasts is the decision to be there for each other—commitment and acceptance—loving the other above all and despite their flaws—loving their flaws even. And that is what I feel for her. It happened fast, overwhelming my senses. Never in a million years would I have thought I would marry someone mere weeks from knowing her, and it feels so right that it is scary.
My father knocked on the door of the room that used to be mine while I lived with them. "Son..." he said, and I look
