Forgive me for the mushy post, but I’m melting a little and need to share. See, my relationship is not the best for me from a financial perspective, as my readers know, my boyfriend of nearly seven years has no job and no savings to speak of. But there’s something more valuable than money in life, and that’s love.
I’m an oddball. I’ve never fit in with my peers. And I’ve never fit in with others who are a bit offbeat either. I march to the beat of my own drummer.
Seven years ago, I met Derek. From the beginning, I knew I had struck romantic gold. I don’t know if there’s a person in this world who can love so deeply and innocently, who could hold a person with such strong yet caring touch, and look into my eyes without a word and caress my heart. He laughs at my bad jokes, and his subtle dimples make my heart skip a beat. I thought I’d never be able to love someone for longer than a year, and here we are, almost seven years together, more in love than ever before.
We dream together. We dream of a day we can have a family and afford a house with a nice backyard, where we can invite our small group of friends over to nurture our social relationships, to have a place where our two-to-three children can run around and play. When I’m with him, I see the future father of my children, and I feel like a mother. I see the next 70 years of my life, from childbirth to watching my daughter walk down the aisle to traveling the world in retirement to the sadness of sitting by each other’s side in our final years, the deep wrinkles set across our foreheads and besides our eyes, only to us not hiding the youth we once shared.
This is the man I’m going to marry. Sure, I could be single again, seek out a man who has a more stable income, perhaps even financial success (there are many eligible single bachelors who have been through successful IPOs or acquisitions here) yet I can’t begin to imagine a life without him. I don’t want to. I want him to have a career and make some money, but I no longer have fantasies of great wealth. When I was alone, my only concept of success was financial freedom. With him, I don’t need that. I wouldn’t turn it down if someone were to voluntarily give me billions of dollars. But I don’t need it to be happy. I just need Derek’s sweet green eyes, the open road, and his tender hands gently resting on my shoulders; all the love in the world I never thought possible in a simple embrace, and all the years to come, rushing in as ocean waves from far off shore under a twinkling starlit sky.