It's all because of you

And in a wide sea of eyes, I see one pair that I recognize

“And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know that I am
I am, I am the luckiest”

“The Luckiest” by Ben Folds is the song I chose for this momentous occasion. I searched for a while to find the perfect song. I have already used a lot of go to wedding songs in this story and I wanted something different. The piano composition screams wedding, and the lyrics are quirky and endearing just like our couple.

PSA: I pieced this together from watching wedding scenes from Can & Demet’s other shows. I also added in some things that I wanted for them, so there might be some things in here that aren’t true to Turkish culture.

-Him-

Someday he will tell their children about the moment he first saw her as a bride on their wedding day. He knows that he will never forget it as long as he lives.

She stepped out of her front door after her parents, her sister behind to help with the train of her dress. She pulled up the hem of the matte, bright white material so she could watch her step over the threshold. When she tipped her head up her eyes locked with his. Whatever Leyla did with her make up made her eyes look even more elongated and feline than they normally did, and he was hypnotized. Time stopped for a moment, just for them. They had always said what they really felt with their eyes, and this was no exception. He saw no fear or sadness in hers, only joy and contentment. He tried to pour all his love for her out through his gaze, knowing that no words would ever be enough.

He took her right hand which housed his moonstone ring. In the other hand she carried a bouquet of wildflowers. He recognized the particular flower that she had picked in the woods in Agva, that first time they went away together and their car broke down. The bouquet enhanced her already alluring scent. It took him back for a second to their very first meeting, their kiss in the dark. It made him think of fate and how certain he was that they were destined for one another. This really was the first day of the rest of their lives.

He secured her right hand in the crook of his left elbow and began walking down her street, all of their friends and family following behind.

He couldn’t stop looking at her as they made their way to the waterside. Her hair was up in a soft updo with wavy tendrils framing her face, a long gauzy veil pinned at the back. Watching her in profile like he was, he could see the prominence of her chin and jaw, the high points of her face glowing in the sun. Her dress had a sweetheart neckline and fluttery off the shoulder sleeves, showing all the skin he wanted to touch. She had kept the design of the dress a secret, and he thought she looked beautiful in everything so he wasn’t one to have an opinion, but he never expected her to wear something so simple. The gown was fitted at the bust and waist, and skimmed her hips in a way that showed off her hourglass shape. The skirt flowed out gently from her hips, the train of it rippling like waves when she walked. There was not a stitch of lace or sequins or a pattern of any kind. Just the stark white fabric cut to perfectly enhance her already beautiful features. She looked like the goddess he knew her to be.

When they reached the park the guests fell back a little and it was just the two of them. He guided her over the rocks, their rocks, to meet the registrar that stood waiting for them in his red robe. He knew he wanted to marry her here the second he put his ring on her finger. This place held so many memories for them, some bad, but good ones too. This was the very first place he mentioned marriage to her months and months ago, before he left, before her accident, and before he truly understood what it would mean to marry her.