The Rock and the Ring
I'm getting married in just a shade over two months.
This happens to many people, of course, and doesn't put me in a particularly unique position. I understand that, but it's still something I have to pause and remind myself of. My gal and I have been driving the long-distance road for a long time now, with at least one long period where we were around eachother quite a bit, and I'm so ready for this next step that I can feel in in the soles of my shoes.
She's wonderfully understanding, driven but not obsessive, sexy when she wants to be, energetic, smart, fun to talk to, and has a sense of humor that lets her tolerate mine. I used to say she was one in a million, but I've become slowly convinced that she really is entirely unique.
Maybe I'm supposed to feel nervous, come to the realization that I'm limiting myself to one person for the rest of my days... but I actually tried to explore those sorts of feelings way back when, and they fell like the chaff before the force of my love for this girl. This woman. Limiting myself? Not choosing her, not taking her in my arms with a promise to never let her go, on the chance I'd meet someone else or would want to fool around would be like cutting out an eye and an arm on the off chance I could get them replaced with shined-steel cybernetic parts out of the old pulps...
Not only is it a silly idea, I'd probably prefer having the flesh-n-blood products in the end anyway.
So I look towards that date where I'll look in her eyes, take her hand, and keep her as my partner (a role we fill quite well for eachother) for as long as we both shall live. I look with anticipation, and not an ounce of fear or hesitation... as strange as I'm told that is. I can live with that.
This happens to many people, of course, and doesn't put me in a particularly unique position. I understand that, but it's still something I have to pause and remind myself of. My gal and I have been driving the long-distance road for a long time now, with at least one long period where we were around eachother quite a bit, and I'm so ready for this next step that I can feel in in the soles of my shoes.
She's wonderfully understanding, driven but not obsessive, sexy when she wants to be, energetic, smart, fun to talk to, and has a sense of humor that lets her tolerate mine. I used to say she was one in a million, but I've become slowly convinced that she really is entirely unique.
Maybe I'm supposed to feel nervous, come to the realization that I'm limiting myself to one person for the rest of my days... but I actually tried to explore those sorts of feelings way back when, and they fell like the chaff before the force of my love for this girl. This woman. Limiting myself? Not choosing her, not taking her in my arms with a promise to never let her go, on the chance I'd meet someone else or would want to fool around would be like cutting out an eye and an arm on the off chance I could get them replaced with shined-steel cybernetic parts out of the old pulps...
Not only is it a silly idea, I'd probably prefer having the flesh-n-blood products in the end anyway.
So I look towards that date where I'll look in her eyes, take her hand, and keep her as my partner (a role we fill quite well for eachother) for as long as we both shall live. I look with anticipation, and not an ounce of fear or hesitation... as strange as I'm told that is. I can live with that.
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