Something Old, Something New

Once upon a time.

It rained.
I pulled on boots. Furry boots.
The sky was gray and it was a furry boots day.

He took my hand and we stood in the place where we first talked.
The place where we first wondered about each other.
The place where we talked about our dreams.
The place where we chased each other around on longboards.
The place where he told me I was special to him.
The place where we first held hands.
The place where he first took me to dinner.
The place where we laughed.
The place where maybe we will live someday.
The place where we first looked each other in the eye and promised to love one another.

We remembered days spent plunging into something more real,
The shimmering bright colors of promise and honesty and unconditional love.
All the moments spent
uncovering weaknesses
enjoying quirkiness
accepting
urging one another forward
encouraging
and joyfully sharing affection
all these moments built upon each other
until
we were standing on a bridge.
A rainy bridge.
But I did not see the rain.
I saw every day he patiently cared for me.
I saw every moment he graciously accepted me, good and bad.
I saw everything so clearly, every way he has loved me with his whole self.

I saw his eyes shining as he got down on one knee
and
asked me to love him
forever.