Hearts And Hooves

For the longest time, I was alone.
A full three decades into my life, the only romantic love I knew was the unrequited kind.
I was always an odd sort, vulnerable and having a hard time understanding other people. In my youth, I turned every frustration outwards and was rage personified, but as I grew older, I turned it inwards and almost destroyed myself.
I started meditating, seeking a balance. I became more centered, more at ease, though depressions will probably keep recurring for the rest of my life.
And then she kissed me.
I had known her for years, part of the same creative community as I, troubled in her own ways, but always beacon of life and always an interesting conversation.

Half a year ago today, we woke up as a married couple. We still have our individual problems, but we face them together: she lifts me and gives me hope while I keep her grounded and give her stability.

Christine, I love you.