“I’ve felt like we’ve flown so far beyond marriage in commitment and love. Like if we tied the knot, it wouldn’t even encapsulate a third of my feelings for you.” I didn’t expect that. “Being my wife is too basic,” I tease with a slow-edging grin. “Too earthly. Needs to be weirder.” She’s contemplative. “Can you say that again?” “Weirder?” “No, before that.” I know. “My wife.”
