The morning of my wedding there was a restless joy that multiplied in my pores and practically woke me up, second to my period cramps. The rain from the day before had stopped. The world looked peaceful soft and perfect on December 9 at 6:14 AM. I thought a lot about David while he was still sleeping. I remembered how jasmine filled the air when we first met. I remembered how the sun stood still and our first deep hug that happened in a bank parking lot. I remembered that same parking lot- there we both reclined in my car with the sunroof open to the night sky and we shared sad stories that no one knew. I remembered about some places we’ve been and all we’ve lived through and how I’ve known since the beginning that there’s no one on Earth who I’d rather spend the rest of my days with.
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