Four months ago was the happiest day of my life. I walked down a grassy aisle, out of the shadows and onto the sunlit altar. Max and I held hands and listened to our family friend talk about the importance and sanctity of marriage. We murmured vows and placed rings on each other’s fingers.
Like I said: the happiest day of my life.
Each day has been better than the last, in spite of the distance between us. Here’s to the next four months, years, and decades.
i carry your heart by E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go, you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)