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“You want anything to eat?” “The souls of my enemies,” she deadpans. I smile. “I’ll work on that.” I miss being home.
I’m going to marry the love of my life. One day. Someday. Soon.
But living back in my childhood house is weird. Living back here with Farrow is like descending into the movie Labyrinth and I’m just waiting for David Bowie to pop out. Surreal. Bizarre.
“But I’m marrying you, and the way you exist in the sun is the purest shit in the world.”
We were in the middle of making sandwiches before we started fucking around.
“You know me better than any guy ever has. You’re my person.”
“What we shared together isn’t lost, Maximoff.”
And he’s my greatest love. The only man I’ve asked to marry me. The only man I’ve wanted to be with for a lifetime. Fuck, he’s my entire world, and I’ve vowed to protect him, even on the days where he says he can protect himself.
“Lily heard some noise, and I came down to make sure Kinney wasn’t trying to communicate with the dead. She has school tomorrow.”
Dear World, what the fuck? Sincerely, a stupefied human.
“Aristotle says there are three types of friendships. Friends for usefulness. Friends for pleasure. And then there’s true friendship. Friends that do things in pursuit of good for each other. Not for any other reason.”
Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.
It’s his handwriting. Farrow drew on my bicep with marker, and the way his eyes flitted up to me and down to the movement of his hand as he scrawled on my skin—that stays with me.
He wrote out Farrow in smooth, cool script, and underneath the “w”—a little off to the side—he drew a small heart. And inside the heart, he wrote a tiny, M + F
Maximoff Farrow has my name on his body. Somewhere, in another timeline, my sixteen-year-old self is hyperventilating.
Dear World, let this last forever. Best regards, a hopeful human.
What do you call a woman with four legs? And he answered his own joke with, doggy style.”
“What are we practicing…?” His voice tapers out, realizing the answer as soon as I take his hand in mine and place my other palm on his lower back. I tell him, “Our first dance as husband and husband.”
“I’ve got eyes on the Crow,” Donnelly says. “I repeat, I’ve got eyes on the Crow.” “Akara to Donnelly, don’t call Grandmother Calloway a crow.”
“You’ll live,” Charlie says. “But we can still throw you a funeral to celebrate the death of your common sense.”
“Life with Farrow is better than life without Farrow.”
Today is the day. July 9th. The last day that I’m just Farrow Redford Keene. The first day of many that I can call Maximoff my husband.
Here we go, wolf scout.
He’s the most beautiful sight in Capri, on this island. In every universe.
We’ve always been headstrong, and there’s nothing I’d want more than to stand in the pouring rain with Farrow on our wedding day.
eyes. “I’m going to quote a philosopher, just to warn you, man,” I say softly. Farrow’s gaze sinks into me. “I was hoping you would.” Goddamn.
“‘Love is born into every human being: it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature.’—I never understood this quote until I met you. Until you filled the incomplete parts of me.” Tears surge up and drip down my jaw, mixing with rainwater. “I was empty. So empty, and I didn’t even know it, Farrow.” That strikes me. How I could’ve gone my whole life without him. Without knowing what this feels like.
Sobbing on the floor…
I can’t stop crying. I don’t want to. “You’re the person that my soul has been searching for because my head was too stubborn to do it.”
“Farrow, I love you.” Lightning cracks the sky, and I’m not sure he heard me. So I scream it, “I love you!” His grin practically explodes. “I love you, too.”
Our knees knock together, foreheads almost touching, and I whisper, “Your turn.” He laughs into a smile. “Wolf scout.” His reddened eyes stroke my features. “You said that you didn’t know how empty you felt until you met me.” His fingers tighten on mine.
His gaze bores into me. “Well, I’ve been searching for you my entire life, and if someone told me that we’d been together before, in another time or place, I wouldn’t question them. I’ve longed for you before I even knew you, and now that I’ve found you, there’s not a single day I want to live without you.” I’m crying.
He’s crying. “Your love is the most precious, valuable thing to me on the face of this fucking world, and I’ll love you today, tomorrow, and decades longer. When we’re old men and smiling about yesterdays, I’ll still love you and your pure heart and your good soul.”
Sobbing on the floor pt2…
And I’d like to think Plato was right. That in the beginning of time, it was Farrow and me, and we were once whole together. Our souls united. But like all humans, we were split down the middle. Separate halves wandering around this universe. We found each other. And finally, together, we became whole again.
Chock-full of romantic clichés. Typical, ordinary shit that he’s missed until me. His first boyfriend, first love, first and only husband.
If you’re reading this, it means we’re now married, and the sky didn’t fall in. We didn’t die before we could slip rings on each other. No doomsday or curse or hateful entity stopped us or separated us. It means you’re now Farrow Redford Keene Hale, and I can wake up knowing you’re mine forever. Thank you for giving the guy who has the world all the parts that he’s never seen or felt before. I love you. P.S. if this is too damn sappy, trash it. - Maximoff
You know Ripley Keene Hale as the cute baby to me and Farrow, my bodyguard-turned-husband. You’ve seen Ripley become attached to a yellow pirate parrot and be a little trooper in front of the media, and you love when all three of us are together. You’ve created Tumblr pages and fan accounts dedicated to our family. I know him as my son. He cries when both of his dads leave the room. He hates vegetables but loves most fruit, especially applesauce. When he’s sad, he likes when I rock him to sleep in my arms, and he acts like Farrow isn’t his favorite—but I know he loves him, like epic kind of
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Never loved stronger or more.
Dear World, thanks for the love. See you next time. Love your friendly neighborhood human, Maximoff Hale
My heart has shattered into a million pieces
