my love

Today my father asked me if I was getting cold feet. I said no, definitely not, to which he responded (quite shocked, I might add) "really???". Not only did this little exchange irritate me, but it rather offended me. He felt the need to continue on with things like "it's not something to not take seriously, ya know?" Yes, dad, I know. But no offense, you're about the last person I'll be taking relationship/marriage advice from. As two people from divorced families, Ethan and I definitely know what not to do. With that said, this conversation sparked in me a memory of my favorite couple - Maurice & Madeline. When Maurice died, I felt a pain so deep, I thought it would never go away, and sometimes I still find myself with that same deep feeling of pain as the day he passed (tears are welling up in my eyes as I type this). But my pain was nothing compared to what Madeline must have felt and still feels today. When my mom asked her if she would ever date again - even for the sake of companionship - Madeline said no, Maurice was the love of her life and no one ever could or would replace him. Even now I can't imagine my life without Ethan. I literally have no idea what I would do without him - the thought makes my heart hurt (unfortunately, I am such a paranoid person, I worry every time one of us makes the 25 mile drive between us). He is the love of my life, no one could even come close to replacing him - I wouldn't want them to. I have never in my entire life been more sure of anything. Ethan is my Maurice. And whether or not my dad can see it, I am completely in love with him and I will spend the rest of my life figuring out what it takes to stay that way.