BLAIKE IVERSON'S POINT OF VIEW

"Amelia, " I whispered her name while tears were forming inside of my eyes.

My tears wanted to race down my cheeks from my eyes. I tried to stop it from falling from my angelic precious eyes,  but I can't.

I stood frozen at where I was standing right now. I just keep on watching and listening carefully to the toast they are doing.

"A toast for our upcoming wedding, " Amelia happily stated while raising her glass of wine to make a ...