Three years ago today, I met the love of my life. Of course, he didn't know that then. And I guess I didn't know how things would go then either. But I did love him instantly. How could I not? He was perfect and wonderful and had perfect hair and a perfect smile with perfect teeth like a military cemetery. He was a scientist and he was easily the most fascinating person I ever met. I have to admit, I wasn't entirely smooth. I'm often not smooth. Also, three years ago today, we discovered there was a vast, underground civilization miles beneath the earth, below the pin retrieval area of lane 5 at the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex. And the Dog Park, which no one can enter or look at or think about and which contains numerous hooded figures who are also not to be looked at or thought about, opened. It was an exciting day.
Two years ago today, I started dating the love of my life. This was, of course, after he nearly died in an attack by the vast underground city...which was actually a very tiny city ten feet below the earth inhabited by tiny people who worship a god called Huntokar. Or I guess we didn't actually start dating in the sense of going on dates until a month after that, but that night he let me know that he returned my affections. Also, shortly after that, we ended up here in Storybrooke. It was an adjustment, to be sure. Storybrooke is so very strange compared to my home. The schoolboard doesn't even have a glowing cloud that throws down dead animals as a member, and there are no mysterious lights or ominous hooded figures. And people seem to think Lee Marvin is dead. But we made it work.
One year ago today...well, really two entirely different things happened one year ago today, but such is the reality of being taken to another dimension. At home, in Night Vale, we overthrew the sinister corporatic regime of Strexcorp Synernists Incorporated, with the help of the massive winged figures all named Erika, with a K, who are definitely not angels, a masked army from a desert otherworld, my friend and former intern Dana and the pre-teen band of vigilantes led by Tamika Flynn. The man I love was trapped in the same desert otherworld the masked army came from after he saved the town. And Dana became the new mayor after an election in which she did not run, defeating Hiram McDaniels, the literal five-headed dragon, and the Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home. It was an eventful day, but also a sad one. And a year ago here, I married the love of my life. That was an infinitely happier day.
And today, on this day now, while much is happening back home, I'm sure, I am happy to know that I have been married to Carlos, the perfectly imperfect love of my life, for a year. Meanwhile, back home, I'm sure many things are happening that are amazing or terrifying or some mixture of the two. I'm sure people are living and dying existing somewhere between those two. I'm sure Carlos and I both are doing at least one of those things, perhaps in different places or times or both, but perhaps reunited. Even as our lives take two very different paths, here and there or there plural, I can hold on to all the good we've had together.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love my husband. And that June 15 is and always will be a wonderful and special day to me. And that the universe is a wildly unpredictable and frequently horrifying place with no rhyme or reason and no clear path, so we should all really just hold on to the things we have and hope that the future is less horrifying than it could be. Enjoy your lives and hold on to what and who you love, because life is short and awful and beautiful and frequently on fire. And at any moment you could die. Any given moment your life could end, most likely in a horrible accident with a bandsaw.
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