Thursday was our 3 year wedding anniversary, and our 4 year “relationship” anniversary (the anniversary of when we started dating). I never thought I would get married – indeed, my best friends called me a liar when I announced it in 2012 – but when I met my husband, we became fast friends and I realized that for the first time in my life, I could actually imagine growing old with someone not just growing old at the same time. Plus he likes my kid, which sucks for him but is great for me!
Because of this, I spent an inordinate amount of time this morning trying to write a wonderful, pithy, and beautiful expression of my love on his Facebook wall. I had to steal from Neil Gaiman because words are forever my hurt, as the song goes. I think he’ll appreciate my attempt to not make dick jokes. Probably.
So here is what I posted on my husband’s major social network wall:
Some has-been animator turned musician once said the secret to being with someone for the rest of your life is to find a best friend that you want to sleep with. I’m fortunate I found that in you, and that 3 years ago today we made it official and all that junk. I haven’t regretted it for a second since then, and I still haven’t plateaued. Every day I find something else that makes me happy I said yes. Here’s to many, many more years of those algorithms shitting themselves. 😉
<3 x ∞
I will write in words of fire.
I will write them on your skin.
I will write about desire.
Write beginnings, write of sin.
You’re the book I love the best,
your skin only holds my truth,
you will be a palimpsest
lines of age rewriting youth.
You will not burn upon the pyre.
Or be buried on the shelf.
You’re my letter to desire:
And you’ll never read yourself.
I will trace each word and comma
As the final dusk descends,
You’re my tale of dreams and drama,
Let us find out how it ends.