Those who stand on the edge of great things often look back on beginnings. The marker of a remarkable odyssey. The joy and pain of discovering you meant for me — our little big bang. Do you remember? The subtle touch and moving whispers. The small words with great intent. The splitting of time and the growing up. When even photographs can turn older. A blink and a stutter and suddenly it's been years. The melding of our soul and our fears. And through the thick and thin of it all, I never once had to ask: "Are you in love?"
