2 years

If you think about, ten years isn't very long. It's not enough time.

There are two moments in my life where I remember learning important lessons about being married from my parents. One was when I asked my dad if he ever thought about divorcing my mother. Almost all of my friends had divorced parents, but it never seemed to be something I would have to worry about.

I remember them both laughing at the question.

Then I asked my dad, privately, if he still loved my mother as much as he did when he married her. And his answer surprised me. He told me that he didn't love my mother any longer. Certainly not in the sense that a young couple loves each other when they first meet. He told me that the feelings he had for my mother were greater than love. They were beyond love. At the time, I had no hopes of understanding what he meant.

When you love a woman wholly, and she loves you, it goes beyond mere sexual attraction or romantic infatuation. Over time, trials and tribulations you become intertwined. Like a Gordian knot. And I understand that now. I know what my dad meant.

The second lesson my parents taught me about being married was much harder to learn. I watched my father say goodbye to my mother. I saw him give her a final kiss and let her go. And I saw that 30 years was not enough time. I doubt that 100 years would have been enough.

There will never be enough time with Angela. As ten years blinking by can attest to. It feels as if we met a lifetime ago and at the same time it feels like we met yesterday. No matter how much time we have, it is inevitable that one day we will both feel cheated.

That's not to say that I'm sad today. Of course not. But I'm not giddy either. I find myself, ten years later, a content man of 35 who feels it would be irresponsible not to stop and smell the roses as deeply as possible.

I have a good life. It would be a sin not to properly cherish it.

Especially today.

From: PvPonline

I can understand how he feels, I can understand what he says. I've been worrying about what I'll do the day you leave me. But I now know that what I should do is not to worry about that day, but to cherish our time together. 2 years feels so long, yet it seems like just yesterday when I met you.

I'm sorry for giving you so much crap recently, but I just can't stand you not being around. Understand and forgive me?