The Motion of the Ocean by Janna Cawrse Esarey
We’re sitting at his aunt’s vintage enamel table in red vinyl-padded chairs when I tell Graeme I’m just not sure he’s the One.
And instead of being crushed, he says he doesn’t believe in the One. Or soul mates. Or any of that crap.
“You have to make it the One every day”, he says. “Through blood, seat, and tears, laughter, hope, and faith”. (I wrote it down so I remember his exact words).
What he means is there’s no intrinsic, predestined objectively verifiable match out there for any of us. We make this love the One. By nurturing it. And believing in it. And creating the relationship we want each and every day.
“But how do you know it will last Graeme? Like forever?” I ask.
“You don’t know, Janna. You DO. You do the things that will make your relationship good today. And the next day you do that again. And again. And again. The goal isn’t simply to have a marriage that lasts.” Graeme fingers the grooves of a bright red ashtray, now a change holder since his aunt quit smoking.
I cover his hand with my own.
He looks up. “The goal is to create something wonderful, together, every day, for the rest of our lives,” he says.
And that little speech is enough to convince me that Graeme is, indeed, the One.