I’m getting married soon!

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

I’m getting married soon and I’d love to share with my future wife (Chocoboost); my most insightful, original, unusual piece of knowledge I’ve learnt so far upon which our marriage should be built.

So it’s not going to be easy. It’s going to be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me… everyday.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow — this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

You know it’s hardly fifty-fifty in a marriage. It’s always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride. But for us, it’ll be fifty-fifty.

I’m about to make a wild, extreme and severe relationship rule: the word busy is a load of crap and is most often used by assholes. The word “busy” is the relationship Weapon of Mass Destruction. It seems like a good excuse, but in fact in every silo you uncover, all you’re going to find is a man who didn’t care enough to call. Remember men are never too busy to get what they want.

And you’ve got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the lady I want to marry would need.

I don’t want to be married just to be married. I can’t think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I can’t talk to, or worse, someone I can’t be silent with.

Let these be our desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To bleed willingly and joyfully.

I understand no woman wants to be in submission to a man who isn’t in submission to God! We will do our best to be submissive to our creator.

To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, glad we’re taking a chance with each other, and by the art of commitment we will remain soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect.

People always fall in love with the most perfect aspects of each other’s personalities. Who wouldn’t? Anybody can love the most wonderful parts of another person. But that’s not the clever trick. The really clever trick is this: Can you accept the flaws? Can you look at your partner’s faults honestly and say, ‘I can work around that. I can make something out of it.’? Because the good stuff is always going to be there, and it’s always going to be pretty and sparkly, but the crap underneath can ruin you.

I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.

I give ye my Spirit, ’til our Life shall be Done.

Love; Choco