I loved him with all my heart. We met by chance in a café when he mixed up my order with his. He was kind, caring, attentive — since then every day with him felt like a celebration. I dreamed of marrying him, introducing him to my parents, and starting a family.
But a year before our wedding, something terrible happened. I still remember that phone call in the middle of the night, the cold in my chest, the pain and the fear. He survived… but could no longer walk.
At first, I was just grateful that he was alive. But then the comments started:
— You’re still young, — my mother said. — Don’t ruin your life.
— You’ll find a normal guy, have children, and be happy.
But they didn’t understand. I was already happy. With him, as he was. He remained the same — loved, dear, real.
The wedding day came. Everything was perfect. Flowers, music, people. Him in an elegant shirt with suspenders, me in a white dress, eyes fixed on him. But I felt the guests’ stares. They looked at me with pity and sympathy.
It hurt, but I held on — because he was by my side.
And suddenly, in the middle of the ceremony, something unexpected happened that would change my life forever 
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After our first dance — he spun me in rhythm to the music in his wheelchair — he suddenly asked for the microphone.
— I have a gift for you, — he said, his voice trembling. — I hope you’re ready.
His brother got up from the table to help him stand. I froze. All the guests held their breath.
He stood up. At first, heavily, leaning, unsure. But step by step, holding onto his brother, he came toward me.
— I promised I would do this for you. At least once — by myself, — he whispered, holding back tears. — Because you believed in me when no one else did.
Everyone in the room cried. I fell to my knees before him and hugged him like never before.
Since then, my life will never be the same. Because I know — miracles happen. Especially when you truly love.
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