I Married the Man Who Saved My Life

We sat on the couch together, my head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I ruined our wedding night,” he said.

“You didn’t ruin it. You just made it complicated.”

“Are we going to be okay?”

I thought about it. About everything we’d been through. About the lies and the truth and the messy, complicated love between us.

“Are we going to be okay?”

“Yeah, we’re going to be okay.”

Love isn’t perfect. It’s not built on fairy tales or easy answers.