“Love is friendship on fire.” I read that somewhere once, many years ago. Actually, I read the French translation, “L’amour est l’amitie sur le feu,” and thought it sounded so wonderful that I jotted it down and kept it in my metaphorical pocket. It sounded nice, like something I’d like to try some day.
I was right.
Through some magical combination of dumb luck and brilliant dating-site algorithms, I now get to spend my life building a family and having adventures with my best friend. He’s patient, kind, handsome, hilarious, sincere, soulful, silly, thoughtful, supportive, smart, creative, and generous. He has been by my side through the toughest year-and-a-half of my life. He can clap louder than anyone you’ve ever met. He loves Holden so much it makes my heart ache. He makes me want to be a better person every day.
Lately I’ve tried to keep my mushy, sentimental ramblings off the internet, but listen up: Life is too short to be coy about how important love is. Loving and being loved is revolutionary. It’s the only thing that matters.
So, in a few months, I am going to marry my soul mate. We’ll have our whole lives to fan the flames.