Kate's POV

'I've booked my trip to Montreal' Rachel told me over dinner. 'I'm going in March. Did you want to anything in the summer'

My eyes filled with tears. Doing another network with my girlfriend would be so good, I'd missed doing one with her. So much so that when we had to write about our One Perfect Day in English class, I'd written about our trip to Frankfurt visiting all the U bahn stations

'We could go to Munich' Rachel continued. 'We could visit all the stations in a single day, and then do what Billie recommended at Christmas. Go round again, but explore them all'

I took my girlfriend's hands as tears ran down my cheeks.

'That sounds perfect' I replied. I was looking forward to it already. Our main courses had arrived so we unlinked hands. I wiped my tears away and we started to eat

Emily's girlfriend's POV

After the wedding Emily had asked Enid if we needed to give back our usher outfits.

'No, keep them' she said. With grateful tears streaming down our faces we both thanked her profusely.

A couple of weeks later, I was visited by Audrey, Laura's partner.

'I heard her talking to you at the wedding about her hobby' she said. 'And you did look excited  when she told you she liked to smash windows. Would you like to do the same'

'I'd love to, but I can't' I replied, tears running down my cheeks. 'Emily's landlord would freak, if I smashed a window'

'When it gets warmer, I'll give you a call' Audrey promised. 'You can come to mine'

I wanted to hug her, but decided not to. Instead I sobbed out my thanks as more tears ran down my cheeks

William’s POV:

Time flies, and Tristan’s wedding is here. The ceremony is quite touching, I don’t remember seeing that many women crying since Jarrod’s wedding. I feel tears starting to moisten my eyes but I push them back. When the ceremony ends and everybody is congratulating the couple, I am surprised to see Anna gathering the courage to wipe Tristan’s tears, and I am more surprised that he corresponds the same way, I don’t think Anna has allowed many people to wipe her tears.

As I congratulate him, during the hug I feel his cheek against mine, I can’t help a brief gasp when I feel a hot tear being transferred to my cheek. I break the hug and go congratulate Enid, who looks radiantly beautiful, her beauty enhanced by joyful tears running down her cheeks as they leave beautiful streaks on her face. As I give her a warm hug, I press my cheek against hers, brushing a couple of tears with my dry cheek (now I have their tears on both my cheeks). As I break the hug, I look into her rare, attractive grey eyes, and with a smile on my face, I bring both hands to her cheeks, wiping four tears from each cheek (from the inner corner to the outer corner of her cheeks) drying her tear streaks with the back of my fingers as I tell her she can count on us as if we were family (both Jarrod and I really liked this young couple).

I turn to Anna, smiling gently at her…

Anna's pov:

William turns to me after wiping Enid's tears and smiles gently. I could still see some unshed tears sparkling in his eyes. I knew there were too many relatively new faces for him to feel secure freely letting go so I stepped just a bit closer and whispered in his ear "How about when we get home tonight we look at our wedding photos. Tonight has made me feel very nostalgic." I knew how emotional those pictures usually made him (not that we looked at them often) and I could see him now struggling to keep his happy tears at bay.

William's POV:

As I smile at Anna, she notices I am holding back tears, Tristan and Enid's wedding brought me back to when Anna and I got married, it was an extremely beautiful wedding, but it also brought me the memory of when I started messing up and went in a downward spiral that almost cost me our marriage. I really hope this never happens to this young couple. She, sensitive and perceptively whispers in my ear: "How about when we get home tonight we look at our wedding photos. Tonight has made me feel very nostalgic." Just the thought about it pushes my tears harder, I feel them stinging my eyes like spears trying to break their way out.

I force myself to keep them at bay and, squeezing Anna's hand, whisper back: "Excuse us with any idea that comes to mind and let's go home, I would also love to wipe and kiss your tears, maybe even make love with you as tears are still falling (That is one, if not the most, strong experiences I have ever felt)." 

 I wait for Anna's reaction...