For Your eyes only; The art of Marriage

FYEO no: 6

Dear reader,

The idea of marrying John had lingered in my mind since the first few months we were together. I don’t know if that was anything more than oxytocin and dopamine at work, but I had this persistent feeling that we had met before. At first, I was convinced he must have been an actor or a model I had seen somewhere—why else did he seem so familiar? I wanted to marry him after six months and would have, without hesitation. But in reality, nearly a decade passed between our first meeting and the day we finally said our vows.

John never believed marriage would change anything. Why would we? he’d say. And in some ways, he was right. We had the home, the children, the love, and the security we needed. I accepted that as our way of life. Then, out of the blue—standing on the cliffs with the children in our arms—he suddenly looked as if he had lost something. His voice dropped into an unfamiliar tone, almost hesitant.