Immature love says: “I love you because I need you,” and mature love: “I need you because I love you.”
Erich Fromm.
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Josef Engelhart (1864-1941, Austrian) ~ Bride and Groom Kissing, n/d
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49ers quarterback Brock Purdy married his college sweetheart Jenna Brandt last Saturday, March 9, 2024
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Smosh is like a Marvel movie - you need to watch 3000 hours of content before you get the context.
Congratulations to the newlyweds! Also get off the Internet Courtney you're entitled to a honeymoon incognito mode for at least a week 🥸
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When Nicky ambles back from the bathroom, it’s to find Joe sitting on the bed, sheets rumpled around him, studying his left hand. He’s naked—they both are—and there’s a welcome breeze blowing in through the half-open window.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Nicky says, pausing at the foot of the bed. He feels the familiar ache of loving Joe that lives permanently behind his heart, flaring into warmth with fondness
Joe huffs a breath of amusement. “I just . . .” He holds up his hand. “So small a thing, and yet I can’t help but . . .” He shakes his head and lapses into silence.
Nicky rounds the bed and sits beside him, drawing one knee up to balance himself. He takes Joe’s hand in his, thumbs the intricate silver band around Joe’s ring finger. “It means something.”
“After all this time,” Joe says, eyes on his hand and the ring, on Nicky’s thumb.
Nicky pulls Joe’s hand up toward his chest and places it over his heart. The bump and pause in its beating makes Joe look up at him, a worried furrow between his eyebrows, but Nicky smiles and shakes his head. “My heart still skips a beat for you, my love.”
Joe’s face softens, and he smiles a little. “Romantic.”
“Hmmmm.” Nicky holds his hand steady. “Do you remember Constantinople?”
It’s a heady thing, to be studied the way that Joe is studying Nicky right now. “The inn by the market.”
“That was the first time.”
Joe shakes his head a little. “First time for what?”
“That I took you into my heart as my husband.”
Joe’s expression becomes fond, heartfelt. “Nicky . . .”
“And then there was that village on the Steppes . . .” Nicky pulls Joe’s hand to his lips and kisses his palm. “And the house we shared by the rice paddy in . . .”
“I get it.”
“Do you?” Nicky turns the ring around on Joe’s finger. “There was Naples, and Manhattan, and Malta. Always Malta.”
Joe turns the loveliest shade of pink.
“I have loved you and loved you and loved you,” says Nicky. “And yet there is something about this . . .” He raises his hand, shows off his matching ring.
Joe lets out an unsteady breath and cups Nicky’s cheek, his gaze jumping from Nicky’s mouth to his eyes and back to his mouth. “Do you know that adore you?” he whispers, and leans in to kiss Nicky gently.
Nicky laughs into the kiss and pulls Joe close. “I have to say I had some idea.”
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