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Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree,
Where i loved you
as you loved me.
Here i betrayed you
as you betrayed me.
There, i stabbed you
as you stabbed me.
To Our Selves you and i were true
but Marriage is suppose to be We!"
"To Our Selves you and i were true" That's so powerful, because it's so true. Outer selves, what other people see. It's not what lasts in a marriage, a partnership. The people we love, commit our lives to, force us to shed those outer skins, force us to open up, or at least seem like it. I'm still muling over it, trying to find the words. Maybe I'll find them and come back to finish this.
Marriage... is a cultural construct. The only people who can do it "right" are those so buried under societies needs they mistake them as their own, and those who find the person who makes them want to commit to each other, every day, every moment, every breath.