Adam has been released from the hospital and is definitely on the mend. He's a little weak and shaky, and I suspect he's overwhelmed by the events which have taken place, but I am optimistic that everything is going to be ok.
Fuck that. Things are going to be more than just ok. Things are going to be awesome. Because, you see, Adam and I decided that life is too fucking short to beat around the bush and he asked me to marry him. I said yes.
Before you say that this is crazy: Adam and I have courted each other off and on for the past three years, and have even been roommates. We know each other better than many people who do get married, and I can't think of a better partner-in-crime for my various misadventures. It's not every day that one of my favorite people on the planet tells me he wants to spend the rest of his life with me, and you know what?
Just a few days ago I thought I was going to lose him and it tore my world in half. The instant he looked up at me from his hospital bed, I had already decided I needed to mend that world by having him in it. When he told me he wanted to marry me, I said, "You beat me to it."
It will take us many months to put this all together. Even though we came to this decision very quickly, we are not rushing gettin' hitched. He still has a lot of things he needs to do in Joplin, to include getting better, and I need time to get my situation in Seattle sorted out.
But motherfuckers, I'm getting married.
Er, who wants to chain themselves to something with me in Seattle to get a marriage license?