The priest spoke about love, and his words resonated differently in the hearts and minds of everyone gathered there.
"My children, we must remember that true love is not just a fleeting feeling, but rather a conscious decision to care for, respect, and remain faithful to your partner.
"Love, my dear children, is a constant commitment—an act of daily will. It will always require some sacrifice, patience, and teamwork to grow together as a couple and as a family.
"When I see a young couple, I like to remind them that love in marriage must be unconditional—a love that accepts the other person with both their virtues and flaws. It is in the most difficult moments that true love is revealed.
"In hard times, love strengthens, allowing you to face life’s challenges together. Your home will be a refuge during trials, and your love will be the driving force for personal and spiritual growth.
"To all gathered here, may the love of this couple and every family present be eternal, strong, and ever-growing."
Those words touched the hearts of everyone in attendance, bringing back memories of their own lives.
Frederick discreetly took Camille’s hand. She squeezed it gently and looked at him with a special glimmer in her eyes. Their relationship had been quite the surprise—just as Marcus had his fair share of fleeting romances in the past, Frederick had been no different.
What started as friendship and companionship had slowly evolved into something deeper, something that made them happy and allowed them to truly share a life together.
Then there were Theodore and Fiona, a couple who amazed everyone. To most, Theodore was the tough, grumpy, and serious type—no one would have imagined that at home, his life was filled with romantic moments and small gestures of love between him and his wife.
Theodore’s story bore some resemblance to Marcus’s relationship with his daughter, though the love was different. But with Fiona’s arrival, the hardened man had softened, gradually shedding his rough exterior for the woman who woke up in his arms every morning.
Listening intently to the priest’s words was Maximus, for whom every phrase seemed to echo painfully in his ears. Guilt weighed heavily on him—the countless mistakes of his past, his first marriage, the pain he had inflicted on a woman who hadn’t deserved it.
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