I know how cliche that is, and that everyone says it,
but for me it is true.
Joey and I have been married for two and a half years. We don’t have a "super romantic" story nor did we have a big wedding with all the beautiful details. But in the grand scheme of things, none of that matters.
When you’re in love and you get married, you don’t think about all the hard times you will face together - you’re too busy being in love. Joey brings joy to my life when my view is dark. He only encouraged me when I quit my stable job out of the blue to do photography full time. He lets me be alone when I need it, but will listen to me talk in circles for hours.
He is my strength when I feel weak.
He is my best friend not because of all the good and magical times we have together, but because of the hard times. He takes the good with the bad and loves me no less. He loves me the same whether I am happy as a clam or crying in bed, and something like that isn’t easy to find. To find someone who truly accepts you is not an easy endeavor.
It happens maybe a few times in a lifetime, so when you find them, don’t let them ever get away.