people told me: when you get married, it's over.
instead of your dreams you are living for, you will be living for his.
I used to worry.
I worried that I would never go to Paris and eat Macarons for breakfast and learn to paint and ride a bicycle with a basket on the front.
I worried that I would never live in New York and build a career where I could wear Ferragamo's and design houses, or shoes and live in my own flat and buy myself peaches from the farmer's market on Saturdays.
I worried that I would never go to Africa, and live in an orphanage and teach children how to read, or treat anyone medically, or go to my own book signing.
I don't worry anymore.
Kevin is my greatest side-kick ever.
When I run out of money in Paris, or lose my job in New York, and need someone to buy me breakfast during my book signing, he will be the one lifting me up, bailing me out, healing my wounds.
I'm glad I get to take my best friend along on the adventures that are coming, because now I feel like my dreams and his dreams are ours. There is no distinction.
p.s. this is beautiful.