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Marriage asks a much harder question:
“Can I keep choosing who you become?”
Through new cities.
Changed bodies.
Lost people.
Different dreams.
Bad years.
Beautiful years.
Years where everything makes sense.
Years where absolutely nothing does.
And somewhere between all of that, two people slowly become witnesses to each other’s entire lives.
Maybe one day the face beside you has lines that were not there when you first met.
Maybe the voice has changed.
Maybe both of you have become completely different people in a hundred small ways.
But there is something incredibly beautiful about looking at that person and knowing,
I remember every version of you that brought you here.
And I loved more than one of them.
That is what marriage means to me.
Not finding someone you can spend a lifetime looking at.
Finding someone whose mind, heart, fears, growth, contradictions and becoming you can spend a lifetime discovering.
And after decades of knowing them, still having enough love left to say,
“Tell me something about you I don’t know yet.”
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