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I miss my fiancée

That’s nothing new, of course.  But every day it seems as though I miss her more.  Every day, her absence weighs more heavily on me.  So it feels new to me.

Did you know when we first met, all we did was argue the whole night?  And let me tell you something… this girl can argue.  I never in my life thought I’d meet my intellectual equal when it came to arguing about pointless things.  But there she was, on February 17, 2008, holding her own in a round-for-round battle royale, spanning subjects like Star Wars, Jamaican culture, and how appropriate it is for someone of Jewish descent to order bacon-related food.

It’s weird how little pieces of that night spring into my memory at random moments.  I remember going outside to talk on the phone and seeing her there.  I remember casually asking if the dinner plans were “set on The Hard Rock,” and the aftermath of those fateful words.  We ended up going to Outback instead.  They were packed, so we waited a long time.  And while we waited, I talked to argued with her… not knowing, of course, that I was talking to the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

It never ceases to amaze me how we went from there to here.  We’ve been through a lot together.  And we still have a lot more to get through.  I couldn’t ask for a better partner, though.  So I guess I don’t mind waiting.  I’d wait as long as I have to for the one thing that would make me truly happy.