A Wedding Thing (The One, #3)

by Shea Serrano

Because what I’ve grown to learn over the past twelve or so years of being married is that both people in the marriage often experience the same thing in very different ways.

I’d somehow missed her, which does not seem possible, given that she has the gravity of the sun.

That’s how mammoth she is and how substantial she is: she creates existences.

I’d seen cute women before. And I’d seen pretty women before. And I’d seen attractive women before. But Larami was the first beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

It’s like I absorbed every inch of him and the glow that surrounded him all in one breath.

“Brackenridge Hall”

My grandparents last name who have passed...

All that she needed was for me to love her, watch movies with her, and kill any bugs that managed to get into our apartment.

But over the course of our seven years together, I’d watched him grow into a man. Perhaps I was never more aware of that transformation than I was that night.

For as long as I live, I will remember his smiling face and my full heart in that moment—a moment so far from what we’d imagined or hoped it would be but perfect in every way.

She’s the one who put all of this together, who has held all of this together, and who will hold all of this together. She is, as I saw that first day, beautiful.