But Manuel and I knew something that no one else seemed to understand.
At this age, we weren’t looking for money, property, or a spectacular wedding.
We just wanted someone who, at the end of the day, would ask:
— Are you feeling well today?
After many tears, discussions, and doubts, we finally made the decision.
We got married.
No big party.
No music or fancy guests.
Just a simple meal with some close friends.
I wore a dark red dress. Manuel wore an old suit, but it was perfectly ironed.
Some people congratulated us.
Others shook their heads in disapproval.
I listened to everyone… but I wasn’t twenty anymore, living according to what other people thought.
The wedding night arrived.
Even saying those words made me smile sheepishly.
The room was clean, with fresh sheets. I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling my heart pounding, as if I were a young woman again.
I was nervous.
A little embarrassed.
A little excited.
Manuel entered the room and gently closed the door behind him.
For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.