I think I must have played with half a dozen titles for today’s blog post, all with varying degrees of exclamation points and the use of the word fiancé. But sitting here at my computer, after a week of telling our parents, family, and friends about the news, I realized the simpler title was the best one, and so here it is:
I don’t share many details about The Boyfriend – who, of course, is now The Fiancé – because he prefers his privacy (and I support that wholeheartedly), but he has said I can share some particulars of our relationship with you, my readers.
I met The Fiancé in October 2009, 6 months after I moved to Seattle. After a year or so of self-imposed celibacy, I was back on the dating scene full force, and he was the latest in a rather uneventful string of dates. We met in a coffee shop in Belltown, and decided to go an art show afterwards. I wasn’t expecting anything. I wasn’t even hoping for anything. I just wanted a few hours of pleasant company in my new hometown.
And then he kissed me. And everything changed.
It’s so hard not to resort to clichés right now, because all the clichés feel true.
While our proposal was private, I can say this: He is absolutely my best friend in the world. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else, and the next 50 years doesn’t feel like nearly long enough to be together. Every love song I’ve ever heard feels like it was written about us, and I could just float…I could just fly on these feelings forever.
I’m sure there’ll be more to come in the next few months (can you say honeymoon lingerie?), but for now I just want to share our joy with you. The future looks amazing.