When we were young our love was quite indistinguishable from lust. Our passion bonded us together, our laughter and our good times kept us happy. Then you went away, just for the summer, and I ceased to function as I had before. There was hole, an emptiness where you had been. Everything in the apartment reminded me of you and I would go your clothes in the closet just to smell your musky scent. I missed you. My illusion that we were in a carefree relationship fell away, a future without you was no future at all. You were part of my being, your love had seeped into my skin and rested in my bones. The bond that had been invisible until that moment became obvious, tangible and robust. I had never understood marriage before, but now all I wanted was to promise myself to you for the rest of my life, to honour you, nurture you, keep you in sickness and health. I wanted to wake up with you for the rest of my life, to be your partner, your true friend, your love.