Thing is, I didn’t love Don because we were married. Or because we had a family. Or even because I was scared of being alone or missing the boat. I loved him, and still love him now, because he’s my person. And if I lost him tomorrow, I’d be heartbroken, but every day I’d know that I’ve had that love in my life, and I’d be grateful for it, whether it lasted for a year, or ten, or fifty.’
