After the marriage, in the midst of the evening, the bride out of the blue lets out a quiet giggle at nighttime.
The groom turns over, half asleep:
— What’s so humorous?
She pauses for a second, then says softly:
— I simply remembered one thing my mother used to inform me…
— What was that?
— She mentioned, “At some point, you’ll meet the suitable individual… the one who makes you are feeling utterly at peace.”
The groom smiles:
— That sounds good.
There’s a brief silence.
She pulls the blanket up barely and murmurs:
— Yeah… I feel I met him earlier than I met you.
The room goes quiet once more.
