The Place of Our First and Last Encounter

As she begins her walk down the isle, she is woken by the sound of howling wolves, calling out to the moon.

She pulls her blankets closer to her chest thinking.

"I do. I love you."

Every story, everything that you read, every word is someone's life, somewhere, every story in existence is a relation to someone or something, somewhere, ever changing, ever evolving, never ending.