She said, “Yes.”
Let me take you back to the beginning of this story, before this blog, before medicine.
Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life.
September 14th was a Thursday.
It began as a simple story of a boy meets girl. In the early days of freshman university, two strangers, joined through class, exchanged the first words “Hi,” and “Hello.” That was the start of our journey together.
Over studying, talking, and dining, we became friends.
As the year went on, that friendship blossomed into a relationship. We were young and happy, with no inkling of where our story might take us. But it did not matter. We would take the days as they came.
We weathered through the gloomy days of being apart, the struggles of finding time to spend together, and the ever burning question: what becomes of us? Yet we endured. We held on. We dared to hope. For every summit we climbed to our distant destination, our bond grew stronger, brighter.
December 31st was a Monday.
Six years now my partner and I have been together. The direction of our story has become clear. And now we face new challenges. But it does not matter. Because I know what trials lie ahead we will face together. We are there for each other through the light and the dark. And when I am with her, I know we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. Old habits die hard: we will take the days as they come.
She is my friend, my girlfriend, my partner, and my fiancée. She is all of that and more.
My heart is, and always will be, hers.