re: #317 cliffster

Thanks. It’s been a long time in the making, too— I first met my fiancee thirteen years ago. We went out, I treated her idiotically— I was only twenty— and dumped her when I realized I was completely in love with her, because it didn’t fit with my tragic shtick back then. My excuse being that I was enormously depressed after my grandmother’s death and thought I didn’t deserve happiness.

So anyway, we didn’t talk for about eight years after that, but I still thought about her every day. We finally got back into contact and found we still were completely in love and she had thought of me every day, too. After cautiously exploring that, she moved out here and in with me and it’s been awesome ever since.

Of course if I could, I’d go back in time and tell my younger self not to be such an asshole and to hold onto her, but there’s a certain grace to be gained by the years of separation. I know exactly what it feels like to not have her and miss her terribly, and it makes every day with her that much sweeter.