Endless Love by Bianca Borell

Chapter Thirty-Two

DAMIEN

She steps into the church, and everything stills at the sight of perfection coming down the aisle. My heart pounds merciless beats, all these emotions tugging at my chest.

I have waited for years to make this woman mine. I have loved her my entire life. I’ll love her until I take my last breath, and if there’s something afterward, even then.

If someone were to ask me what my role is on this earth, I would answer to love her, and if someone were to ask me what my greatest wish was, I would say to grow old with her.

I’m a privileged man. I sought and found success in every aspect of my life, but as I watch Bria approaching me, I’d say my most significant accomplishment has been to make this woman fall in love with me and only me. My sight blurs in front of the woman who walks to me, caring my heart in her palm.

Her eyes find mine, and for the umpteenth time, I acknowledge there would be no one else. I have no chance to escape. I don’t want to either, but she’d never be free from me either. It is the acceptance of our submission to the other that creates the perfect balance to our love, both obsessively mad and unconditionally wholesome. I hold her hand in mine. I will never let her go. Not now, not ever.

I’ll never be without her, not as long as she’ll have me.