When I was young,
I thought love was simple.
And it was.
I would meet a beautiful stranger,
They would make me see the world a little differently,
Or just make me laugh,
Suddenly I was madly in love with them.
It was a pure love,
One that did not require reciprocation,
Or even acknowledgment.
And I still love that way today-
I still fall for beautiful strangers.
But now I am married,
My heart committed to a man I know so well.
It is not a simple love.
It's as complex as both our souls.
It requires work, compromise, and humility.
Like a mirror, it reflects and magnifies my mistakes.
It challenges me in ways I never thought was possible.
In this deep complexity emerges that is greater than our individuals
Our love is not simple,
But it is beautiful in its complexity.