beatable

It’s an interesting thing, getting married. It’s as if you are making a public proclamation that everyone previous was wrong, which, duh, I typically realized after the first month of dating but this doesn’t just incorporate ex’s but friends, potentials, could have beens, and strangers. It certainly accentuates the fact that the one right in this sea of wrong is a complete miracle. Ever since childhood I have known that love was a miracle. I could hardly comprehend being in love let alone having that one person who you have somehow come to love, pick you to love back, I mean, the odds are completely against us. In my early twenties I loved a boy and he loved me back but confidence in marriage requires more than love and I will always stand behind that so it ended, slowly and painfully. However, I can now say confidently that against the odds, right prevails. So to my past: you were great, but you were wrong; to my future: you are great and you are right.