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Sarah was the first girl that I ever imagined being married to. This is 100% a true statement. I’m not misremembering or reinventing how I felt 30 years ago. I can’t remember precisely when that feeling hit me, but I know it was very soon after we got together. Before Sarah, there were girls I dated just to figure out what dating was, there were girls I dated where I knew things would be short term, and there were girls I dated where the relationship was barely even real. (I make it sound like there were teams of girls in each of those categories but there were literally three people.) Then, along came Sarah. We were friends for a long time before things progressed, and getting together wasn’t a sure thing. There was a sense of doom attached to it at first. We were both dating other people at the time and we were sure a lot of people would hate us if we ever got together. But then we broke up with the people we were dating, we got together – and it was magic. It was love between friends. It was intense and all encompassing. It was let’s be together every minute from now on.

I’d said I love you to two other girls. Once because it was the perfect sounding thing in a particular moment. Once because I thought it actually was love. But that was nothing compared to what I felt for Sarah. I knew early that I could spend a lifetime with her. I certainly didn’t feel assured that would happen. She was brilliant, beautiful, just an absolute treasure of a person, and she had a pretty clear idea of what she wanted to do in life. In the moment, back then, I told myself that I wasn’t sure I deserved her – but in retrospect, I can better articulate that fear by saying I wasn’t sure I could keep up with her.  

We broke up in University, not something I wanted but it was the right thing for us at the time. I dealt with this situation by drinking a little, wallowing a little, and then pushing my deepest feelings for her way way down into the pit of my stomach. Those feelings sat there unacknowledged through all of the friendly phonecalls and visits, through all of the ways we reconnected but still stayed apart. Then after one particular weekend visit, Sarah emailed to say, “Crazy idea, what if we got back together?” (That’s the condensed and paraphrased version.) A couple days later, we were a couple again -- and that was intense. Because there was no holding back. When we’d first started dating, I would joke (but not joke) about getting married, and Sarah would always shut that talk down because there was University and distance and a dozen unknowns. We weren’t through all of the unknowns, but we knew that if were getting back together then it had better be forever. We talked marriage and we talked kids and we were deeper and truly in love.

We came close to breaking up once after that. Sarah was in grad school and I had started working. I don’t remember what specific problems we were having, what fight we had that night, or what brought us to the edge in the first place. I just remember things were precarious. But we had some family commitments coming up – a couple of weddings, I think. And we agreed, whatever state our relationship was in, we had these commitments to keep. We’d just have to push through and see how we were doing when we got to the other side. It was such a strange, awful time because we don’t do that – we don’t let problems sit unexplored, just crossing our fingers hoping they’d get better. But I know why we did press things. We knew that a second break up wouldn’t be like the first. If we broke up again, we’d be out of one another’s lives completely. Not friends. No real contact. Nothing.

But clearly we made it through. And just like I can’t remember how things got so precarious, I don’t remember specifically how they got better, I just remember that they just did.

Since then, we’ve had higher highs and lower lows, but the trajectory has been one of overall improvement. I was so right to want this girl in my life forever. She has made me better, made me try harder, helped me see myself, helped me see her. Sarah, you are joy to know and to share a life with. No worldly fortune could match your worth to me.

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