This is new to me, new to us both but I do not shy from it, and as far as I am aware, neither does she. We never expected, thought for one minute that things would turn out this way but I am so thankful that they did. This is how I always dreamt things would be, never before have I had a dream come true, and of all of them; this is by far the one I am most grateful towards.
T'was an ordinary day. I was in my usual place, leaning against the barrels beside the bar conversing with Barliman about the goings on and listening to him whine about my irresponsible, rude and aggressive behaviour towards his patrons and how it was losing him customers. I gave him the none too satisfying shrug I usually do, which he retorted with a grunt and passed me a note, labelled with my name. I had seen the handwriting before.. Nobody else has ever written to me.
Inside was a note and my mother's ring. I feared for the worst and darted to the door, following the instructions to the courtyard of the homesteads, seeking that woman. I burst into the building, grabbed the nearest man I could, and asked for this woman. With much hesitation I was informed of her whereabouts and left the people in their petrified state, cowering behind their goods. Outside I found her, just as they had said and followed the next note inside once more, seeking "Jack". I found him, and he quickly obliged, handing over my note and ink and quill as instructed. Perhaps I was a little too gruff, but I was desperate. To the minstrels for the brandy, next and then home to wash. I followed the final instruction to the waterfall, and the rock beside it and there she stood, in a dress and I stood still a moment, relieved and breathless.
It was then this journal was born, given to me with her love on the day in which, at last we became one. The ring is back on her finger, deed done and we are wed. T'was a perfect day, I would not have had it any other way.
This book will not be a way of confiding, but a way in which the pair of us can record memories we never wish to live without. Good memories to undo the bad. I love her, she is the one thing I have left to live for.
