I got to do something really wonderful today. I got to wake up with my best friend, confidante and lover - my husband.
Marriage certainly has its ups, twists, turns and even down days - but I have been blessed to spend the majority of them with him - not missing him.
While college students - we knew he was facing a year abroad - France.
One September I put him on a plane, with the cliche in my head - "If you love something, set them free. If they return to you it's real - if not, it never was.."
Probably the hardest moment. I could not, would not chain him.
Even for Iowa, it was the longest scholastic year of my existence. Ever.
Cliche or not, in May we met, after only exchanging snail mail - and the first thing he did, after kissing me was propose.
(Swell the romantic music - it plays in my head each time I remember it)
I was remembering that day - because of those I see in real life and even in the tales told by the many writers online, in what I call tales of the heart - more commonly known as Twilight Fan Fiction.
I see dear ones to me approaching marriage - and I want for them all the sweetness I have found and more.
I see other dear ones, currently separated, either by circumstance or foolishness, some will know the rapture of a reunion, others will not.
So why do I read those tales - Emancipation Proclamation by Kharizzmatik, (Blogspot)or the University of Edward Masen by Sebastien Robichaud?(fanfiction.net)
In real life, I can only pray to ease the ache I see. I cannot and will not meddle. I will listen, as some did for me that year.
In the written tales I can hope the authors take a note from Jane Austen - she would write for happy endings and bright futures - control where real life can give us naught.
Hug your love - let them know
Steve - you are my happy ending and happily ever after!