When people think of marriage they see gauzy wedding rings and a bridal gown that’d put Kate Middleton’s to shame. They envision a 6 tier cake and a honeymoon spent diving in the Tahitian waters. When you say marriage some of the first images that come to most minds are his and her sinks and deciding which coffee maker to keep and which blender to return for some extra pocket change.
When I think of marriage I see your face. I see eternity in your eyes and I can taste the forever on your lips. I can see me confessing my undying love to you every morning when you roll over with hot breath and sleep-crusted eyes. And a honeymoon that starts every night when you drop your keys on the coffee table and kick your feet up from a long day at work.
When I hear the word marriage I hear the cuss words and fuck you’s loud enough and violent enough to make your grandmother blush and read a verse of Psalms in your behalf to beg the Lord to watch over you. Followed by sweet apologies whispered in my ear while the orgasm washes through our bodies as if to cleanse the hurt we caused one another and give us a fresh start.
When I imagine what marriage would be like I see little me’s and little you’s running around the house and the pitter patter of their little feet on the chestnut floor as they play games like hide and go seek and tag. I can see her trip and hurt her knee, and you kissing her boo boos while wiping away her tears to let her know that everything’s going to be okay. I can see them coming to you in their adolescent years when they want to go to a party I told them they couldn’t go to but they know that if they ask you you’ll say yes because you’re a push over. I can see us at their graduations and us at their weddings and us babysitting our grandchildren for the weekend filling their heads with stories of how things were back in the day.
When I think about marriage I see me and you. Grey haired and wrinkled, taking walks around the park and still laughing as if we haven’t aged a bit. I can see our love, a bit rusted from the years but still durable, maybe even stronger than it was when we first met.
When I think about marriage, I see no one else but you. And me. Not bound together by the sermon of a preacher or the law of the land, not even bound together by the term marriage itself. But bound together by our love.