|||Chapter 24|||

                                    

                                          
1 year and 6 months later 
                          
Dear Brock
                          
I was so stupid for writing these damn things. 
                          
I mean I was smart, but you know, dumb. 
                          
I'm seriously just looking over them, like, you remember that time when when we listened to Taylor Swift in the car? Or when I teased you about being a virgin. 
                          
Ah, good times. 
                          
So um... I'm getting married today. 
                          
Don't get jealous now Brocky. I still love you over anything understand me? Anything and everything.... But there's this real sweet guy named Dean Ambrose, I think you've meet him before. He's real sweet. 
                          
I'm pretty sure if we would have gotten married you would have made him your best man. 
                          
I gotta stop writing these letters... It makes me a little sad that you can't respond, it's not like I ever really gave you the dang things anyways... 
                          
I love you Brock, know that I always will, weather your here or not. More than anything, even Dean (but don't tell him that... I think he kinda knows though. But I love him a lot too) 
                          
Wish me luck today. 
                          
Love Renee. 
*** 
                          
I sigh slightly as I place the letter in the box along with the several other hundreds of letters that I had written to the love of my life. 
                          
I walk over to my nightstand and open the small drawer and pick up the small ring that I had kept all this time. 
                          
I place the ring inside of the box and put the lid on top. Then place a small kiss on the box as there was a knock at the door. 
                          
"Come in." I say to them. 
                          
"Starts in five minutes lovely." I heard Deans voice say, "You gettin cold feet on me?" 
                          
I laughed slightly, "Never. I'm ready for this." 
                          
"Good." He said with a laugh, "I know you wish that it was a certain someone else in that tux at the end up that journey, but I hope I'm a good replacement." 
                          
"Not a replacement." I say to him, "But the man that will be standing there is quite amazing." 
                          
He laugh, "Why thank you. I'll see you soon beautiful." 
                          
I smiled and walked into my closet and placed the box on the very top shelf. 
                          
"I love you Brock." I say quietly to myself before walking out of the room. 
                          
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Next chapter is sort of short epilogue.