Gravity well

By Mark Morgan

The center still holds. Wow--its been over four years. On Tuesday, July 25, 2001 I was almost hallucinating from a lack of sleep and the fact that my aunt went and got very sick and I didn't know where I was or how the hell I got there.

And I wrote:

Me: Will you marry me?

She: Yes.

And then last week I'm at what passes for my work these days. I'm talking to a new friend, a very young lady who's just met someone and is all giggly and full of "is there a 72 hr rule for calling him again?" and "does hanging out downtown count as a date?" and all the craziness that comes with not knowing what you're doing but knowing that you want to keep doing it. (Answers: rules are for amateurs so no; and, it is a date if you think it was. And she did.)

So the friend walks inside and turn to another friend and I'm all "Ah, to be young and single again". And then I stopped. I don't want to be young and single again. I'm in the best place I've ever been. I'm in the best relationship there ever was in my life. In anyone's life. And I go home for lunch and the moment I walk in the door and see her I almost understand what people mean by having a soul because mine has leapt out of my body and is circling and merging and I am so in love I'm crying.

Hell, crying now. One moment.

And there's magic and mystery and electric arc and quantum entanglements and I realize I'd marry her again and again and again. So I get down on one knee like a complete doofus romantic and second verse, same as the first:

Me: Will you marry me?

She: Yes.

And so we will. We're going to try and find some mythical time in Ashland when it's not hot and not raining. (Next up: where they keep the aliens.) And we'll invite every damn human on Earth, from places as far away as Japan and Texas and Connecticut and (sigh) California (just please don't use the opportunity to come here and vote against taxes, okay). And we'll do it all over again.

Because every damn day I love her more. What else do you want out of life? I've got nothing.

See you there.

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