Chapter 70 Flynn
‘… and maybe once in a lifetime you find someone who not only touches your heart but also your soul, someone who loves you for who you are and not what you could be. Maybe the art of true love is not about finding the perfect person, but about seeing an imperfect person perfectly.’
I say the words slowly and carefully, being sure to look at Laura and Jay as I do. I need Amy to feel I am doing her proud as I stand in front of everyone and complete the second reading. I resist the urge to add a ‘gurt lush’ in there for kicks and can’t help sneaking a glance at Amy, a blubbering mess next to her mum who is staring at her, all six foot two inches of her, as she offers up her last tissue.
I step past a watery-eyed Patty, Jay’s dad in his wheelchair, his second wife beside him, and join the front row next to Amy who offers me a watery smile. ‘Well read,’ she whispers.
Trish reaches over and pats me on the arm. Then she whispers under her breath as she stares at Amy dabbing her face, ‘Weddings are Flynn’s kryptonite, I see.’
Giving her a shrug, I simply smile and reach to take Amy’s hand in mine.
In that moment it doesn’t feel strange, it simply feels right.