Aya’s POV
One week after the wedding;
Woke up with the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. I look to my side, and my husband is no longer there.
I can’t help but smile at that word. “Husband” How ironic that one word will change something in you ironically.
After all the troubles, pain, and challenges God has given us, we were able to conquer them and reach this kind of happiness. So here we are making memories each day and as curious as we are about what the world will offer us.
I looked at the ring in my fingers and the breakfast set on my bedside table. I can’t help but smile and took a picture of it.
My first meal as a wife.
Isn’t it too cheesy? But who cares I can feel all the love around me right now. This is the love we fought for and the love we deserve.
Nagla
