Before these daydreams were as intimidating to me as leaning over the edge of a cliff. Marriage is Nick holding my shirt, keeping me from falling but never pulling me back far enough to miss the view.
When he asked, we were ready. We've been through some shit, we made it out the other side and there is no doubt that we'll be able to make this thing called marriage our bitch. We speak the same language, we share family and friends on a level deeper than acquaintances, we read each other's moods, and we vibe off each other.