And still, I can feel his eyes on me — he’s to the right of the church, not just because the right side is traditionally the groom’s side, but because I just know it. That pull we have, the undertow of the universe always dragging us back towards each other, it has to mean something, don’t you think? That great magnetic force I’ve spent the better (or worst) part of a year fighting and defying and I feel it still, my legs trying to walk me back into his orbit — I think it means something. Or maybe it doesn’t and I just want it to because that would give all our pain a purpose.
their bond is wild
