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.

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

I wish I could say right here that I knew right then that I was going to marry her. But I didn’t. Frankly, I didn’t even know if she would talk to me. All I knew was that she was beautiful. And that I wanted to talk to her. Which is why it was so unfortunate that my tongue had disintegrated in my mouth and that my intestines were trying to squirt out through my eye sockets.

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

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.

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.