“In life, it’s not where you go, it’s who you travel with.”
“I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort where we overlap.”
I was 21. He was 26. I was out with my cousin. He was out with his family. Our worlds met. He approached me. We talked. We kissed. We exchanged numbers on a drink coaster. We began.
He used a tie to blindfold me while he held my hand and we walked outside to view the stars and moon at 12:30 am. I felt the cool evening air. I could hear our song. My emotions grew. He removed the blindfold. We walked a candlelit path in our yard to a gazebo lit with twinkling curtain lights. Inside were pictures of the life we’ve made together. I cried. He knelt. I cried again. I still cry about it. He forgot his speech but he still asked. I said, “yes, of course.”