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𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 ; 862

imagine no. seven !

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𝘼/𝙉 ; i just finished reading it starts with us by colleen hoover and then i cried and i was like ooh i can write wedding vows

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 ; just wedding vows bc theyre fun to write

❝𝔴𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔳𝔬𝔴𝔰❞

when you and matt started dating, he told you to write out you're wedding vows. you weren't sure what possessed you to follow through with it, as you've only been dating a few months, and you were only high schoolers. the possibility of marriage is still several years out.

but you wrote it anyways.

"matthew bernard sturniolo," you smile. you look away from the crumpled up paper to look at matt for just long enough to see his nose scrunch up at his middle name name. 

"just 5 years ago, we were 17. you told me to write out a wedding vow. i think i sat there for a good half hour trying to figure out what you meant. we still had a few good years left until you'd propose. but i wrote it out anyway. that page is long gone now, but i do remember one thing. that piece of paper wasn't a wedding vow. it was all of the things i wanted at our wedding." a small, sad laugh escapes your throat.

you look up at matt with a smile, and hes trying to hold back the stupidest grin. looking back down at the paper full of words, you struggle to keep back your tears. "i wanted these beautiful purple and white flowers that i don't know the name of, but they were really pretty. i wanted a vanilla cake, because i knew it was you're favorite. but most importantly, i wanted you. i wanted to know what it would be like in the weeks leading up to our unknown marriage. and now i know."

"a month ago, i had an awful stomach bug," he lets out a small laugh, quickly realizing what i'm about to say. "i was so delusional from throwing up every organ inside of me, that i told you i was gonna die and we had to get married right then." 

by now, a few tears had run down your cheeks, hitting the paper in front of you. "you were the realistic one and hit me with the obvious. 'y/n, are you stupid? you're not gonna die from a stomach bug. you're gonna die in a million years next to me. and i'll be holding your hand as we pass away in our sleep.'"

"and then you carefully stood me up from the bed, and you gently swayed me back and forth. reciting the whole 'until death do us part' speech. you said i do, and then i said i do, and then you leaned in to kiss me. i quickly pushed you away, claiming that i didn't want to get you sick. you promised me you'd be fine, and kissed me anyway."

"i, y/n l/n, take you, matthew sturniolo, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part, im sorry i gave you the stomach bug."

you look up at matt and he's staring at you with so much love, and tears, in his eyes.

of course, you made matt write out his wedding vows to. if you we're gonna be crazy and right a vow out years ahead of time, then he had to too.

"y/n m/n l/n," he smiled. his breath shaky as he wipes away the tears that escaped during you're vow. "or i guess, y/n m/n sturniolo."

you bite back a small laugh, instead replacing it with a tear covered smile. 

"before we started dating, and we we're just friends, i always imagined your name with my last name. y/n sturniolo, has a nice ring to it- not really, but that's fine. i remember writing your name down with mine whenever i could get the chance. it was such a beloved dream of mine, to know that you would address yourself as a sturniolo. and now you can." he laughs, looking out to our friends and family. "everyone, this is y/n sturniolo, just so you know." his words result in several soft laughs across the venue.

"i cannot express it enough on how grateful i am that you said yes. i know, my proposal was cheesy. but how else could a guy propose when he had an entire freak out session hours before it happened." he laughed, a stray tear falls down the bridge of his nose.

"and with the decades we have ahead of us, maybe i'll eventually put my gratefulness into words. and with you by my side, i know i'll be able to say 'i love you' a bajillion times, and you'll be able to say it back."

"but just know," he warns, "next time i get sick, so are you." he smiles. 

"i, matthew sturniolo, take you, y/n l/n, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part."