I said yes. He smiled.
And two apartments, two houses, five cars, one large dog, two pretty kids and a lifetime later....I'm still glad I did.
I don't write much about him. For as outgoing and friendly as he is, he is also intensely private. And so I give him that. His privacy.
But I love him. And I want to thank him. For twenty years. For most of my life. He has loved me. Not so much in words. But in deeds. In patience. In presence.
He loves me.
I have yet to figure out just why.
It has to be maddening to love me.... I cry. I scowl. I stamp my feet. I say things that must later be covered by a quilt of apology, for spoken words do not consent to erasure.
He does none of these.
He gives me everything he has. And he doesn't keep score.
Twenty years....
Thank you. It's not always lovely.
Most of the time it's messy.
But it's beautiful....
And it's ours.
I love you, Jason.
