It's been almost ten years since we met.
Actually, that's a lie. It's been more than ten years since we met.
I tend to lose track of time. I think it has to do with the fact that I never know what day today is so it's hard for me to keep a loyal account of how long it's been since...(insert any relevant life event here)
That's so us. You and I are so out of touch with time that ever since we got married we have been using our wedding anniversary as our WIFI password. It wasn't until last year that we realized that we'd mistakenly been using 2006.
We were like "Have we been married for... is it seven or eight years...?
We've been married for eight years in January my love.
Our first years were hard. Two unemployed dreamers that had set their goals (for what back then seemed was) way too high. Life was quick enough to set our feet down to earth. A quick reality check that left us feeling that we couldn't rely on anything else but each other.
With no doubt in my mind I would do those years all over again. I mean for sure we were broke, but we were not broken.
At that time I kept asking myself if I had made the right choice. Were we too young? too naive? too stupid?
Was I contributing to the biggest mistake in your life? Was I the biggest mistake in your life?
I can't recall how many times I thought about leaving you. I thought it would make your life so much easier if I just disappeared. It would mean that you would only had to look out for yourself; that yes, you would lose me but you would get your family in return.
You patiently heard me cry about this time after time and every time I chose to stay.
We made it through and as for the rest of our married years I would love to report that they've felt like bliss but that could not be farther away from the truth.
Sometimes people have asked us what it is we do to make it work. I'll turn around to look at you and I'll catch your eye in what I know is our unspoken agreement: You let me answer this question.
My answer: Marriage is not forever.
Even though I'm the one who says it -because let's face it, this is the kind of statement you'd expect to hear from me and not from you- we both take it as our only wedding vow.
We commit to it as long as it works, the minute it stops working for one of us we call it quits.
No questions asked, no second chances. We each go our own separate way.
That's how we make it work.
I've lost track of how many times I've contemplated divorce, fantasized about leaving everything behind and fleeing to an unknown destination, paradise of course but all by myself.
This is when I ask myself, do I want to be with you?
No matter how angry I am, how sad I feel or how frustrated I get. Every day I've asked myself this question the answer is, my love, yes.
I keep choosing you.
It would be romantic for you and poetic for me if I could finish by writing the specific amount of times I've picked this answer but you know how I am with time.
So I'll try not to ruin us by trying to make it neither romantic nor poetic.
Let's just see this as what it is: The perks of marring someone who doesn't like to wear a watch.