A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed and favorited this little story of mine. A special thank you to Ruth, Maria and Dan for helping during my "research". This is the last chapter, so please read and enjoy!

The first item he saw in the box was his green tie from Saturday night. He held it in his hand and scoffed. He looked through the box more. He found a bunch of pictures they had taken together and some with Norman and Rita, the map she bought to find Danny Marashak, all the failed recipe attempts he made at making her a bee pollen and ginger kombucha smoothie like Eleanor in passports had perfected, the valentine he made for her asking her to Montaldo's, his favorite letter opener that he had wondered if she still had, a Billy Joel CD case without the CD and all the way at the bottom, a pressed yellow flower in wax paper with the words 'Last rose of summer'. He thought of the first rose of summer she had given to him. He laughed to himself, because he too had pressed his flower in Shakespeare's "A Midsummer's Night Dream". He also had the napkin from the E-Flat Lounge she doodled on a few pages away, and next to his Shakespearean collection on his bookshelf, were the letters she wrote him when she was "out of the country".

Oliver was surprised when he felt Shane run her hand down his arm to where he held onto the tie, and tangled her hand up with his. Her other arm curled along his other arm and she placed her hand on his shoulder as she rested her head on her hand. He felt a slight blush race across his face.

"I didn't mean to-"

"Shhh…" She echoed him from last week when he caught her in the wedding dress. She smiled as she gazed at all of her treasures laid out on her table. "You found my memory box." She whispered in his ear.

"It was just sitting here, opened, well…" He cleared his throat. "Semi-opened." He felt another wave of blush float across his face.

"Well I had to take out the box to put this in it." She replied in her normal voice and squeezed their hands that embraced the green tie.

"For your… memory box…" He said pensively.

"Yes." She flirtatiously dragged her hand that rested on his shoulder, along his back and supported herself against the table without letting their hands separate and smiled. "Don't you see, Oliver? It's a memory box of things you and I have been through. It's a box where my love for you is stored." Oliver felt a new wave of love for her flutter over him. She paused and laughed. "And this is really starting to grow on me." She playfully twirled the end of the tie with her thumb.

Oliver chuckled too. "I suppose it's not such a terrible tie."

"Maybe we can take it out in a few years and you can wear it for our anniversary!" She half quipped.

Oliver put his finger up in the air, "Or…" he reluctantly let go of her hand as he started to put her story of their love back in her postcard printed box. "We can buy a nicer green tie that doesn't stand out as much, and have that one symbolize our new life." He said smiling and placing it neatly back in its new home.

Shane laughed and clapped her hands together in excitement. "Even better! But I will say this; it does remind me of the different plaid and checkered suits you wear." She said while closing the lid.

Oliver remembered Shane had said she liked seeing him in his plaid suits, ever since he put his coat on her to take the chill off from the night air, while they ate their sandwich dinner on the steps somewhere on the National Mall in Washington D.C. He then thought of who helped them while they were there.

"Do you have other boxes filled with, uh… other memories?" He asked while not being able to look at her.

Shane scanned his face and found her answer as if it were written across his face. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck as she whispered in his ear. "There was never anything from anyone else that was worth keeping. I've loved you for so long, that if I didn't…" She tried to stop her voice from shaking. "I loved you for so long, that if I didn't keep anything and something happened with…" She didn't want to say the two women's names that also had a piece of Oliver's heart at one point. She let go of him and took half a step backward. The tears started to fall onto her face and she knew she couldn't stop anything. "Holly or Dale, then you'd only be a memory of someone I loved. Over time, memories fade. I didn't want you to fade away. I couldn't let you fade."

"Oh, Shane." Oliver stood up, turned and locked eyes with her. He saw the pain she carried around for all those years. He held her close to him. "You have turned my entire life around from the moment you walked into the DLO. I promised you the other night that I will love you forever. I intend on keeping that promise and showing you every day just how much I love you." He searched her eyes for some ease to the pain, but he only saw the love she has for him and all the love she still has yet to give. He sighed and kissed her forehead. "Forever. My Shane, my love." He repeated from Saturday night.

Shane hugged him a little tighter, knowing she just broke down one of the last remaining concrete walls protecting her heart. She breathed him in, that old familiar intoxicating scent that is specifically Oliver. She fell in love with it that night at the DLO when she changed the song for their dance routine.

"Oliver," She steadied her voice, but could only manage a whisper. "I love you, with every fiber of my being." Suddenly she felt the final walls that remained guarding her heart; crumble into a pile of dust. She couldn't hold back the sobs any longer.

Oliver felt the tears that built up in his eyes escape down his cheeks. He knew she had buried that pain, they both did and it needed to be set free, before they started their new life together. He hugged her tight and reflected on what Shane had just said. He loved hearing her say his name. No pet name they could ever think of would sound any better than the way she says his name and those three little words after it. He pulled away only to seal her words with a long, slow kiss.

Oliver looked at her and smiled. He knew she wouldn't want to go to work with her face all red. He grabbed two tissues, one for him and one for her. They blotted their eyes and Oliver walked over to her sink, grabbed a paper towel and put it under cool water. He walked back over to her and lightly brushed her face with the damp paper towel. She smiled and blushed, which made Oliver chuckle. He changed the subject to one of a lighter variety.

"I see you've already started to prepare?" He pointed to the stack of wedding magazines on her table. She laughed.

"No, not really, Rita dropped those by earlier on their way to Grand Lakes for their honeymoon."

"Not really?" He caught her words.

"I mean, I've thought about having the reception at the Mailbox Grille, where we first danced and thought it would be nice to have our first dance as a married couple there. I also thought about wildflowers that grow here and maybe some roses mixed in, and I'd like to get married in your- our church." She sweetly smiled.

Oliver smiled brilliantly. He picked her up, twirled her around and as he lowered her to the ground he kissed her as if she just said 'I will marry you' all over again.

"Miss McInerney…" They both smiled as Oliver looked at his pocket watch. "I believe we will be late for work if we continue with our diversions." He smiled again.

"Well Mr. O'Toole, the future Mrs. Oliver O'Toole thinks being late just this once is exactly what we need." She wrapped her arms around his neck again and pulled him in for another long kiss. She grabbed his suit lapels and pulled him towards the door. "Don't forget the coffee! We'll heat them up at work." She winked at him, put the key in the door, waited for him to get the two travel mugs and locked the door behind them.