Updated: Sep 16, 2019
Two years ago today there was a toga party hosted by my oldest sister-friend in the world. And beside the fire in the backyard there was this man I mistook for a god. He was wearing a white bedsheet and his bare shoulders were glowing in the firelight. He had this incredibly sexy physique, like some kind of super hero, the finest most manly jaw I'd ever seen, features so stunning it was all I could do but stare. He had blond hair like a god also, ringed with a crown of leaves like some kind of Greek Adonis. Something divine. His eyes were a color from out of this world, not quite blue, not quite green, but a light aqua that shone, catching the flicker of flames like he was doing some kind of magic. He corrected me later--a Norse god, not Greek. But then my friends were organizing games and there I was, not able to get through the crowd, this gorgeous creature before me with an electricity between us that made everything else slip away. We were to pair up. He looks at me and asks if I want to play with him and it was the cheesiest pick-line I'd ever heard and I knew he said it on purpose, fully knowing how cheesy it was, which threw me even more. I hesitated to say anything so he helped me out and says, "What you want to say is yes."
"So now you know my dialogue, too?" I responded.
And you smiled at me the way you do and I said yes to you then and I say yes to you now and all the days to come. You are who I choose today and every day. I am so grateful for our life together, for us. We have gone through so much and learned so much and grown. You expand my world, make magic.
I love you now and always,