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But the truth is simpler. My relationship with my wife, Neha, is a long, meandering, beautiful, and sometimes messy, ongoing storyline. We are still in the middle of it. We don’t know how it ends, and frankly, I never want to know.

And just like that, the plan vanished. I didn’t get down on one knee gracefully. I sort of collapsed. I pulled the ring out of my sock—lint and all—and said, “Neha. I don’t want to identify birds without you for the rest of my life. Marry me?” But the truth is simpler

The romantic payoff? A rainy evening, a borrowed umbrella, and a confession that I had been “lying about my card game skills just to have an excuse to see her again.” She kissed me on the cheek and said, “I know, you’re terrible at bluffing.” I am not a grand gesture person. I overthink everything. Neha, on the other hand, reads romance novels where the hero flies the heroine to Paris. I was terrified. We don’t know how it ends, and frankly,

Disclaimer: My wife, Neha, has informed me that she will be commenting about the dishes. And also about the time I left the milk out overnight. Some storylines never end. I sort of collapsed

She became my anchor.

We are writing it every day. In the good morning texts. In the fight we have about the thermostat. In the way she steals my fries even when she said she wasn’t hungry. In the way I reach for her hand in my sleep.

She cried. I cried. The hikers behind us clapped. It wasn’t Paris. It was perfect. Here is the secret no one tells you: the most romantic storylines aren’t the weddings or the proposals. They are the Tuesdays.