“Maybe just a little. You’re so beautiful, my angel.” He wiped away the tears on the back of his hands before taking hers and thanking her father. His smile only grew when Ramona apologized for nearly kissing him, he certainly hadn’t been about to stop her. Not seeing her since the rehearsal dinner left him aching for every inch of closeness to her, as it always did when they were breathing the same air. It wasn’t lost on him that his current contract with the military was wrapping and he’d finally decided to weigh his options, a conversation for another day but Ramona had always been the only thing to anchor him, living and long gone. As much as he loved his family and hers, the military had given him a stronger sense of self and independence. People died everywhere, mortuary work was a wide open field, all she’d need to do is pick a place she wanted to call her oasis and that thought alone made him smile wider.
Listening to the service, eyes on Ramona, Emir periodically found himself mouthing the words ‘I love you’ to his soon-to-be wife. As they exchanged rings, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his excited nerves. He hadn’t written his own vows for a few reasons; he was a textbook introvert, it seemed easiest for translating the service for both of their families, and he liked tradition. The thing was, he had his own vows for her but only for her, waiting to be shared in private later that evening. When his brother passed him the ring box containing his wedding band for Ramona, the man’s love of tradition was all the more evident. The thin band had diamonds slipping entirely around it, each one from his grandmother’s initial wedding band. He looked from the ring to Ramona, eager to see her reaction as he took her hand and began to repeat after the officiant. He’d been making it through the words just fine, a soldier through and through- or so he told himself. That was, until he said those two words, “I do.” Smiling the biggest smile, Emir’s vision momentarily blurred as the happiest of tears streaked his cheeks once more.
It felt surreal to be standing here, marrying someone she knew loved her deeply. Ramona had lived a privledged life in terms of finances, with education, with physical care. But she’d lacked much affection from busy parents. she’d felt early on that her life would be a life for her to live on her own, and even if she did find someone, she feared she wouldn’t have a connection with someone that felt meaningful. To be with the man in this way was something that felt so surreal, but she’d show that to him when it was just the two of them. For now, she was more excited than anything –– So giddy with excitement of spending the rest of her life with this man that she couldn’t be emotional just yet. Her true feelings were something for only him to enjoy.
She’d give the man a small squeeze to Emir’s hand periodically, to let him know that though she was listening to the words of their priest, her attention was on him. Again, Ramona opted out of vows for the sake of leaving her true feelings simply for Emir when he was her husband –– She was the extraverted of the two but some things needed to be private, that she knew. All she did was add something special to the end of the typical vows, saying it in Turkish like Emir’s sister taught her, accent not perfect but it was evident she had practiced. “Even after death my soul will still be yours,” she told him, because she didn’t like the idea of death doing them apart. Ramona was only emotional when she saw the ring properly, looking down at her feet to compose herself before she was looking back up. When their I do’s were said and Ramona finally had permission, she took Emir’s face in her hands, world around them disappearing. “I’m going to make fun of you for all this one day,” she whispered, speaking of the tears as her thumbs wiped his face clean. “I’d kiss you, but I think it was you that was supposed to kiss your bride.” She teased.
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