Marriage, baby, home

We met in January 2020 and it was love, the fist kiss was like electricity and lit me up. Lockdown hit and we doubled down, we talked daily for hours and missed each other so so much. We had a plan you’d say “Baby - I’m gonna marry you, have a baby with you and move in with you… not necessarily in that order”

10 months together and one stupid bloody row was the end. We both said some terrible things, I was especially awful and we cut each other off. I’d stalk your insta twice weekly and sometimes find you’d blocked me. I’d block you back out of spite. 

2 years went by; I dated a bit (you didn’t at all). None of them made me feel like you did. I still stalked your insta. I saw your house become a home, your lad grow even taller and I cursed you for not posting more selfies. 

December 2022 and a photo appears on your grid. It was taken in our one and only holiday together and you’ve added my initials as a hashtag. In less than an hour we’re messaging, we arrange to meet up. 

When I see you I have a lightning bolt moment of absolute clarity. You are my soulmate, the love of my life and I will not be without you again. We are one again, my soul feels content and you are again my constant. Our boys are both happy we are together and we start to plan; though that’s changed slightly as we’re both a bit older now. 

January 2023 you ask me to be your wife, I say yes and now I can’t wait to live the rest of my life with you and our two boys. 

Baby - I’m gonna marry you, move in with you, try not to get pregnant (but I make no promises) not necessary in that order. 

Happily ever after is here at last.