The Man

Almost 30 years ago, God created a Man. For 24 years, God molded that Man, and sculpted his Heart, and prepared him for A Girl. Five years and 9 months ago, God sent that Man to Dallas, TX, to set off on a road trip to California with some friends . . . and A Girl he'd never met. That Man is my man. He was created for me. His name is Tim.

How do I know this Man was created for me? For some inexplicable reason, he loves me when I am unloveable. He looks on my tempests and is never shaken. Only God could do that.

Sometimes I let myself wonder what would have happened if Tim and I had never met. Specifically,  I think about what would have happened if Tim ended up with another girl. I try to imagine what this other girl's personality would be and what qualities she might have. What's funny is, I can't really. I can't imagine Tim with anyone else but me, and I can't imagine myself with anyone else but Tim. I'm so lucky and so undeserving.

- Sonnet 116 -

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

- Will Shakespeare

 To my love, my ever-fixed mark, my foreverValentine,

I love you.