The thing with them is that they’d gotten so much wrong — over and over and over again, like they were both mutually trying to unlock some hidden code, where if they did all the wrong things together for long enough maybe they’d discover some previously unknown secret of the psyche — that this had to go right. Kaveh needed this one part about the two of them, together, to go right. Perfectly, even.

If perfection was something possible beyond dreams Kaveh would strive for this one thing between them to reach that supposedly unobtainable and unreachable standard.

Their wedding had to be perfect. After years and years and years of some of the most frustrating, anxiety-inducing, stomach-churning, mind-boggling, jaw-clenching, fury-feeding, heart-breaking back and forth swings of the pendulum of speaking and arguing and making up and learning and moving on, this one thing had to go right the first time and only time. If this, too, went wrong, Kaveh really thinks he’d have some form of break down. He’s not joking. He really isn’t.