"I'll wait for you. I always will," she said with conviction in her voice. It was the truth. Four years had been no picnic but at least, here, he was with her. She'd wait as long as she had to even if the road got tough. A war had separated them before and everything else felt insignificant in comparison, even the hurdle of lost memories. "You're worth waiting for." Obviously. And she wanted to marry him, wanted live her life with him, have babies with him, grow old.

The music was starting to die down, she noticed it after a moment and looked up at him with a smile. "Show's about to start."