TW for the lonely

True love exists my friends.

This woman, right? This fucking woman. Met her right before covid, bunked together through it. Went through an LSD/gallons of gin/The Lighthouse starring Paterson/Defoe phase during it. I gave this woman the ring my dad had made for my mom on barter, she gave me a Mickey Mouse ring from a coin turner. Asked her to marry me St. Paddy's day weekend, blackout drunk. Both woke up next day and decided to go for it.

Wedding was pitch perfect. Costume party wedding, Californian mermaid ordained in Church of The Flying Spaghetti Monster on the way to the ceremony, he sat upon a giant clam shell whilst my brother, the used car sales inflatable man was the flower girl. My grandpa was a pickle. My dog, the ultimate ring bearer. She was walked down the aisle by her Bob Ross dressed father to Scotland the Brave. After we tied the knot, she had a small flask of gin hidden in her dress she had me find.

Cut back a couple of weeks before the wedding, we were looking for a canoe on Craigslist and we stumbled across a sailboat. it needed considerable work, but it was in our price range. I floated the idea and she jumped on it. We bought it on top of a mountain by an old mine from a man with three personal submarines.

The next summer, we restored the boat. We lived on it from May until October in one of the deadliest seas on earth. We helped hold each other up whilst we shat over a bucket in waves that would rock Elvis. We jumped onto another boat in five foot waves with a drunk captain, just so we could get to work. We got SCUBA certified, all the way to Rescue Divers. We spearfished in a river where the air was so infested with swallows, they resembled locusts during the plagues. And those birds flew around us at dusk, as they collected their nightly bugs and we kissed in chest deep water.

In the winter, we have skied for miles upon end. Up and down mountains in the middle of the night, where the moonlit snow was the only light we had. We skied straight to a bar. We have drank until we have cried and drank until we fucked (our longest is 10 hours). We met when we were kids, we still are kids. We have had a multitude of triumph, and multitude of hugs when we fall. She is the morning light, the peace in the dusk, and the mystery in the dark. She is my beginning and my end, my alpha and omega.

After two degrees and eight years of college, I got a job. A job that will lead to mid six figures a year, and I'm going to buy a fucking mountain. I'm going to rearrange what God made on that mountain to resemble what God gave to us, to me. So in the next 15 or so years, when you hear a mad man in America is carving up a mountain, know it is for her. Know it is for a love so deep that God himself blushes at the thought of it.

This fucking woman.