Tiny Love Tales: ‘Now That We’re Married, What’s Your Title?’


Solitary on my postage stamp porch, I put on Chanel No. 5 and wait, a glass of ruby Beaujolais in hand. A plate with chilly inexperienced grapes and fats slices of Fontina rests subsequent to me. A comfortable ocean breeze touches my cheek, carrying the scent of unpolluted salt water. I sip. I wait. I watch. Azure blue fades to delicate gold, chased by a blushing pink horizon. One yr in the past, I insisted once more on a divorce. Now, I experience an excellent summer time sundown. Alone, full, at peace. — Wendy Maldonado D’Amico

In July 2000, San Diego Satisfaction held a mass dedication ceremony for a number of dozen same-sex {couples}. Single, I attended to witness all of the love. “Please flip to your companion and repeat these vows,” the minister mentioned. On a whim, I turned to the good-looking stranger subsequent to me. “You wanna do that?” I requested. He mentioned sure. We held palms and repeated the vows. The final one was: “I promise to help you to your highest potential.” Afterward, we kissed and Eli requested: “Now that we’re married, what’s your title?” It’s now been 23 great years of fulfilling our promise. — Joseph Bennett

Younger and insecure after we first married in 1978, I mentioned to my husband throughout an argument, “You solely keep married to me as a result of I’m handy.” He checked out me — with endurance, love and a touch of a smile — and mentioned, “Honey, you aren’t all that handy.” — Donna Rochester

When my mom began chemo, I swore we’d watch each film ever made. For some time, we tried. Actually tried. However she obtained so sick that she wanted earlier nights. Days of sleep. Easier leisure. She traded movie for YouTube movies of the Philippines — only a man with a digital camera, strolling via her village, caressing mango in a market. We watched crowds in Baguio and Cebu Metropolis. Listened to the hum of her dwelling. One thing in her knew she wouldn’t make it again. However I sat together with her, filled with hope, whispering, “I’ll take you there. I’ll.” — Ashley Jeffalone


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