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I got married in Vegas. Really married. I can't stop looking at my $19 cubic zirconium ring on my left hand either. I have a husband. I am a wife. But these words don't mean much to me and they feel so empty.
If I believed in love at all, and in turn believed in love at first sight, then I would say that this is what I have with him. When we met three years ago, I knew that we would always be a part of each others' lives. He finally realized it as well this past weekend after I invited him down, which is why we got married.
Our lives are married. They are woven together, but sometimes very loosely. Sometimes the threads skip the pattern, but it is the flaws in the fabric that makes it beautiful.
He tells me we are going to have adventures, and I believe him. He tells me he loves me, and even though I don't believe in love I believe him.
If I believed in love at all, and in turn believed in love at first sight, then I would say that this is what I have with him. When we met three years ago, I knew that we would always be a part of each others' lives. He finally realized it as well this past weekend after I invited him down, which is why we got married.
Our lives are married. They are woven together, but sometimes very loosely. Sometimes the threads skip the pattern, but it is the flaws in the fabric that makes it beautiful.
He tells me we are going to have adventures, and I believe him. He tells me he loves me, and even though I don't believe in love I believe him.