Fifteen Years

For the last fifteen years, I've woken up next to my best friend every morning (okay, almost every morning). I have rented to own a clue with him. I've gripped his hand so tightly when we take off and land in an airplane that I've thought one of us would have broken bones by the end of the trip. I've cried on his shoulder. I've laughed so hard that I've snarfed, sometimes multiple times to the point of startling small animals and children. I've melted countless times when he's walking towards me with "that smile" that turns my knees to rubber.

For the last fifteen years, I've been married to my soulmate. I love you Steven.