Once upon a time there was a man that could become the hardest fist when playing along with his like-minded friends, conquering places of imagination in the gaming worlds of cyberia. Then he relaxed his fist and took my imagination and my hands and danced me in and out of places, people, and times. He even let me dance all over the toes of his battle ready compatriots, though I had to learn when to gracefully dip in order to avoid obviously ducking one of their fists. Sometimes they connected - then he glanced at the bruise and suggested I resist the urge to dance on the toes of warriors.
I have been in love with him every day for so many years, and even more of the nights. When we danced at our wedding this singing of our love guided our rhythm. Our knowledge of each other has guided our behaviors over the years. I keep him interested. He keeps me laughing. Then I make him laugh and he keeps me interested.
I would wish for everyone to be able to find the fire of love; the kind that can melt a tiny snowflake and leave behind an ocean to discover forever - together.