I've been in love with Alexandra Jones since I was eighteen.

She loves many things, like:

Reading.

Tattoos.

Painting, especially naked.

Going to Art museums.

Binge eating takeaway.

Writing letters.

Her Aunt Coraline.

Her art teacher, Mrs Coffee.

Clark Johnson.

Lily's.

Butterflies.

Pomegranate fruits....

and she also loves me.

Her hair is dark brown, as are her eyes; she is ten inches shorter than me and has a grin that can bring you back to life. Her gentle heart forgives you no matter what you do to her. She sees the good in others.

She saw the good in me.

And that is the exact reason on why I am marrying her today.

Alexandra Jones will from now on be called Alexandra Nicolaides.

We have been through a rough war, we have had our ups and downs, ins and outs. We are opposites. She is seriously my other half, and the only woman I see in this world.

She loves me.

Not once, but twice, we fell in love with each other. This demonstrates how strong our love is. It's been a confusing journey for both of us, but one thing is certain: I'm glad I didn't give up on her. She may not have fully recovered and regained all of her memories. But I enjoy it; I enjoy telling her about our memories and watching her reaction.

Bad and good.

Sad and happy.

Hate and love.

Night and day.

Worse and better.

Diávolos and Angelos.

Ares and Alexandra.

Everything does have an opposite.

I promise to love her, to cherish her, to be there for her when she needs me, to protect her from any evil, to give her everything I have in me. I may not be perfect; I may not be the dream man she deserves but I will work up to it. I made sure that she has set her standards to the highest, because that's where she deserves it. We have our arguments, but we sort it out within the hour.

Alexandra Jones has made me into the man I am today.

I memorised every single letter that she has ever written me, such as:

True love is never painful, unless it is the agony of separation. Love provides comfort and protection, as well as nurturing and acceptance.

It is both serene and passionate.

It's both stoic and impulsive.

It is a generous and forgiving ship that can sail into any horizon.

What we call painful love is actually a taker and a giver, with the giver acting as the bucket of water and the taker trying to poke new holes in the vessel to quench their thirst. It is the distinction between symbiosis and parasitism.

We are all capable of being negative at times, and we are all capable of having needs. Relationships can become lopsided in terms of giving and receiving for a variety of reasons, and flexibility is essential.

The brain, on the other hand, is made up of layers and layers of sophisticated wiring that add together to build who we are.

Even if the people in the relationship have proudly built their Titanic, if one person wires themselves for empathy and the other for icy emotional apathy, the partnership will collapse.

Then there will be agony.

So, maintain this balance, remember to keep the empathy part of your brain strong and healthy to keep your spouse, to keep the one you love.

I promise to do that with Alexandra Nicolaides.

I am now a married man, and my wife is sitting beside me.

Her grasp around my bicep as she bursts out laughing from Atlas and Adonis' argument about who has the better bicep. "You can clearly see that my bicep is poking out!"

Adonis scrunches his biceps, "Ow!" Atlas gasps pulling away from him.

"Yeah, you need glasses." Adonis whispers. Aunt Coraline chuckles out, waving her wine in our faces. She settles down beside me and Alex, tears flowing down her eyes as she strokes Alex' cheeks.

"I knew you'd both end up getting married. I knew it! I called it before anyone." We could not even speak, she just kept on crying. I take a glance and see Alex also crying, joyful tears.

We had a small wedding, only close family at the Cabin. I had it decorated the way Alexandra loves, I look around to see everyone distracted and stood up. I grasp Alexandra's hand and pull her up to her feet, she rose a brow, but I gave her a small nod.

She smiles.

Trusting me.

We sneak out of our own wedding and into the woods. "What are you up to now, Ares?" I remain mute as she tightens her grip on my fingers and I slow down our pace. We walk over to the pond where we used to ice skate. I turn around and put on a blindfold. "Ares..."

"Trust me." I whisper, pressing my lips against hers. She kisses me back.

"Always..."

I guide her into the direction I want to, and once i reach it. I slip of the blindfold and allow her to live in the moment for a second.

She stood still for a minute, flabbergasted.

Butterflies surrounded her, flying above her head and around her body.

Fairy lights decorated around every tree, she looks back at me and a small tear falls down her eyes. She raises her hand, and I watch the butterflies settling on her skin.

Her eyes.

They show love within them.

Her eyes made me fall in love with her.

A story stood behind them.

She makes her way to me, lifting the front of her white dress. She grazes my hair back, and then my cheeks. Her touch always felt magical against my skin. Only her touch made me feel like this.

"Butterflies?" She whispers.

"Butterflies."

And so, this is the end of our story, the final chapter of the book Joey is soon about to read and complain about.

The story of real love. The story of our love. The story of us.

Ares and Alexandra.

Diávolos and Angelos.

Wow. Just wow, I had such an amazing journey with my characters.

I know it has been confusing, and I am so happy it has been. It made you guys think, and made you see the unexpected. I love the way I see you trying to figure out the plot, it shows how engaged you are in my book.

Thank you for the support.

It means a lot to me and Ares and Alexandra.

Thank you for reading!