We're getting gay married!

No one expected us to fall in love, least of all us. In fact, we took active measures to avoid it. After all, who wants to confront their sexuality, something they were positive they had a handle on, at the not-so-ripe age of 28? And who wants to admit they were falling for the exciting, but loud (god, so loud) fun-for-now girl when they knew they'd be jet-setting around the world for work and couldn't commit? As it turns out? We did. Sure, we tried for months and months to convince ourselves and anyone who would listen that we were casual. That we were an "experience" to each other, and not a relationship. But that's the the thing about love. It's absolutely outside your control. You don't get to choose who, or when, or how. You just realize, slowly, over wine nights sing-screaming early '00s bangers until 4am, over lazy Sunday mornings drinking coffee on the patio of a tiny one-bedroom apartment, over watching this person fall perfectly into a groove with your best friends, over adventures in new cities, over teaching each other about beloved traditions, over conversations about fears, about dreams, about nothing at all... that holy shit. This is IT. I'm living the life that I always hoped I'd have "someday" right now. I am madly in love with the best person I've ever known and I absolutely can't live without her. So...we decided not to.