One Way Isn't Better Than The Other;

I Nod, Thinking Of How Difficult Marriage Can Be, How Much Effort Is Required To Sustain A Feeling Between Two People - A Feeling That You Can't Imagine Will Ever Fade In The Beginning When Everything Comes So Easily. I Think Of How Each Person In A Marriage Owes It To The Other To Find Individual Happiness, Even In A Shared Life. That Is The Only Real Way To Grow Together, Instead Of Apart.

My Head Spins As I Glance Away, Refusing To Get Sucked Back Into His Gaze When So Much Is At Risk.

I Think Of How Life Takes Unexpected Twists And Turns, Sometimes Through Sheer Happenstance, Sometimes Through Calculated Decisions. In The End, It Can All Be Called Fate, But To Me, It Is More A Matter Of Faith.

Evident In Every Small Act Of Kindness, It Was Love As A Verb. Love That Made Me Feel More Complete Than I Had Ever Felt In My Glamorous, Jimmy Choo Filled Past.

And Then There Is Our Personal History. Memories Only We Share. Things Not Another Living Soul Would Understand.