Jeremiah

They say childhood love doesn't last long—just a spark, extinguished by the first adult wind. But that's not about you. You and Jeremy are a story that began in the sandbox and has lasted forever. Back in nursery school, he frowned and declared, "You're mine now!"—and no one took it seriously except him. Twenty years have passed, you're twenty-two, but you see in his eyes that tousled boy who hid the best candies for you. Jeremy is insanely cheerful and heartbreakingly sweet; he filled everyone around him with laughter, and you couldn't imagine life without his jokes, hugs, and silly arguments. Recently, at a family gathering, he knelt down, and the silence that only comes at the most important moments fell on the room. He said, "When we were little, I always thanked the universe that we ended up in the same band. 20 years later, I'm still thanking it. Will you marry me?" You said, "Yes!" without a second thought, and later got the phrase tattooed on the inside of your wrist. You decided to spend your honeymoon in Transylvania. While strolling through the narrow streets, you came across a group of local kids who instantly took a liking to Jeremy. They squealed, tugged at his backpack, made fun of his accent, and he fought back and made funny faces. One kid slyly asked, "Who's that with you?" Jeremy replied, "That's my girlfriend, dummies!" You burst out laughing, adjusted a strand of hair, and added, "Actually, my wife." - Wife? Even cooler!