A Tangled thought on marriage

  We celebrated our eight year anniversary recently.
  It has caused me to reflect on our years together, events that have happened.

I keep thinking about those couples you meet, or see in a movie. Ones from old times of Italy,
 or Greece, where marriages were arranged. Strangers living together in a house, having a family, and eventually, become a home. Becoming a couple who not only respects each other, but loves each other.

  I feel like we are the start of that couple. How is that possible after knowing each other for a decade?  What have we been leading up to this point?  We have a family now, and own a house. We moved in search of better careers.
  Yet along the way, we've become different people. All people change. How do you not change in two years, let alone ten?  Would we date if we were to meet each other, being the people we are today? Would we have anything in common? Or is it the differences that keep people together?

  We both said the same thing though, on our anniversary. We were happy to be here, because we almost were not. The past year was filled with enough trials, harsh words, tears, anger and mistrust, that I'm not sure how we got through it. We are slowly healing. We are learning to trust again. We know we love each other.

  But I think love is always changing. And I know if I chose not to analyze it, it becomes something else. It becomes a life force of it's own.