We had lived together for a few years at that point, and our finances were already joined and we had already had “The Fight” in which it was determined that we were in this in a forever kind of way. But the real dreaming did not start until after that day.
There’s the dream in which we open a cafe or a hostel, and we enjoy the life that passes through our doors. There’s the one where we somehow vanish into the wilderness and live on berries and love. There’s the one where we live in a funky loft apartment in an urban area. There’s also the one where we get some land and we figure out how to be farmers.
Tonight, as we sipped our cocoa and watched the moon rise with a thick ring of moisture and talked about the weather, we toasted our anniversary. We celebrated this dream we’re living.
Then Jason said, “ What if we...,” and I knew I made the right choice so many years ago.