As we said “I do” on a wet, blustery day in January, I have to admit, I didn’t know how we got this far. This was never in the script, it didn’t fit our genetic make up, and yet there we were, standing at the altar ready and willing to take the plunge into lifelong commitment.
Back before I knew her I was a wanderer, a vagrant, a man with his home on his back and no plan in his heart. I was the king of the fling, the flee-er of commitments and the man that always left before breakfast. To put it bluntly, I was never one to be trapped into something so mundane as a relationship let alone a marriage, life was just too exciting for all of that.
She came out of no-where, meeting at a crossroads where our paths intersected both heading in different directions, but for that brief moment when they walked parallel with each other. She told me that her life was her art, and I told her that I would always say yes. She wanted to run away and join the underground performers, I wanted to find my passion and stop living with a safety net.
We discussed opinion and meaning with strong coffee and chain smoked cigarettes, we looked over the city and watched it come to life as we projected and prolestyzed. It was intoxicating and new, it was excitement and adventure. It was a connection on a deeper level and I had to follow her.
And she was happy to let me.
It all happened so quickly, but looking back I could pin point every day, how it grew, where it evolved, mutated and became whole. We shared the same brain chemistry, the same moral philosophy.
I taught her my ideas on how to live a true life, she taught me about eastern mysticism and how I was the rock to her water.
We palpated our love for one another, we pretzeled our limbs wherever we went, our arms and legs intertwined, exuding an energy only we could understand. Life was easy, the universe approved and each decision made was the only decision that made sense.
It didn’t matter what we did or how we did it, it would just work, because we had the confidence in it and in us, and that’s all that was needed.
We moved in together after two weeks; the house was too perfect, the location the epitome of our personality, and the landlords our South American philosophical spirit guides. We didn’t have a choice in the matter, it’s what the universe wanted. It was ramshackle, it was cobbled together and it was beautiful. You could feel the love within its walls; the hastily constructed balcony, the home made art on the walls, the bed made out of wooden pallets.
As we walked through, she said, “We’ll take it” and that was that. We moved in with the artists, the performers and the students. We were the lovers and we were now a part of the family.
In the coming months, we changed and adapted, growing and becoming a part of each other. We could feel it within ourselves that this was it, this was the person we had never searched for but who we had somehow found. This was the person who made us whole. It wasn’t even a question, we were perfect for each other, and we had discovered our one.
Together as a team we were unstoppable, our only limitation was our own ambition. If we wanted to go live on the moon, it could happen, so long as we worked as one. We took that drive and ambition to continue our adventure hand in hand and concentrated every resource we had to remain as one.
We would have moved heaven and earth to be together, but all that was needed was to say “I do.”
I love you my Darling, and I always will.