“A simple band, a circle never ending and unbroken. Forever, Jefferson. Only one more word is needed to convince me I can truly call myself the luckiest man in any state of being, that word be a ‘forever’ from you.”
“With this ring,” Jefferson took the other and put it on Calvin, “you have the word, my love, and my promise. Forever.”
I looked to Jefferson, expecting him to say more. “Is that all?”
“I’ve pledged my love and shared my feelings a million times. If there’s want for only one more word, that is all I need to offer, be it prefaced by a few more.”
“Nowhere near as many used by me,” Calvin said.
“You speak quite beautifully,” Jefferson told him.
“Your voice is more melodic. I wouldn’t object to a song.”
“After,” Jefferson promised. “I recall that a marriage ceremony ends with a kiss. I would like to get to that part, now.”