But if the events of the past two weeks had crystalized anything for me, save for the fact that the Universe was totes evil and praying was a complete waste of fucking time, it was that Kit was it for me. He was my family. My best friend. My soul mate. My comedic partner. My travel companion. My cuddle buddy. My everything. I wanted—no, I needed—to enter into this scary, uncertain chapter not as his boyfriend or partner or longtime companion but as his husband. And dammit, I was going to find a silver lining in this awful mess.
