Love & Rockets

I'll begin by saying that this is a heavily filtered entry, as I have become shy of sharing too many particulars of my private life online. So if you see this, you are someone I trust for any number of reasons that may apply. I'm 39 years old today, so I figured it was a good day for surprises. Not that all of you will be surprised. Some of you already know this, but some of you don't. I am in love. I'm moving to the east coast sometime before the end of the year (assuming we find a house we both like for a semi-decent price) and getting married sometime after the end of the year (small affair---probably in NYC somewhere). More importantly, I am happier than I have ever been in my life. Ever. You know how they say "you just know?" Well, it's true. I just knew. I've compromised on a lot of things over the years, but the one thing I would never give in on was getting married. It was the one line I would never cross until the perfect combination of a person appeared in my life. There were close matches at times, but never exact. I held fast to this notion with an almost irrational tenacity---which was often necessary to withstand the gentle but wearing pressures of the old southern customs that still thread themselves through my family and friends. I held out for years and years on this. I know myself well enough to know that I would have waited a lifetime. I'd made my peace with the fact that I might not ever find who/what I was looking for. But I did. Go figure. I am 39. I am joyful. And I am glad that I was strong enough to never settle for less than what I've ended up with...the perfect combination of a person and the rest of my life to share with him.

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