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How Do You Share A Life With Someone?
It’s so much more than sharing time
“…for better or worse, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
Until death do we part.
My eyes never wavered from hers, and yet something behind my pupils, behind my lids, behind my mask, flinched.
My brain had already departed. It hopped from my body, sloshing back down the aisle to the now-closed double-doors. The doors my bride-to-be emerged from. Emerged in her white dress. In her half-veil. The half-veil I’d never seen but had practiced folding up to kiss her. We’d practiced our first kiss. I wondered if she practiced the first kiss with the other man she’d been with a few weeks earlier.
The practicing, at least our practicing, stopped after I discovered this.
Until death do we part.
My brain tried its best to pull my heart with it. To escape while it could. But my heart wouldn’t listen. It twisted its veins and arteries around my body, locking itself in.
“I do.”
The flinch again. I could feel my brain give off one last sigh as it left the room. It had done what it could, but it realized it was of no use.
