I teared up at how great the husband and wife's relationship is. One day I'll find such a partner for the rest of this life. Ten years ago I wrote: "The Beatles just covered the power of love for me. Now I can just paint me. I am a romantic. I believe in the existence of idealized love. I want it. I will find it. I want to grow old with my best friend, I want to walk down the streets of forever arm in arm. I want to sit on a park bench reading a book, her head in my lap reading her book as I stroke her hair. More important than sharing our highpoints, I want to share the mundane, and each other’s pain. That to me is true unconditional love."

That's from my first piece of self expository writing. I published it 2+ years ago on Medium with this added introduction: "reetings from my chrysalis. I wrote this essay in December 2013. It is my first piece of self-expositive writing. It is both my first not-a-legal-brief and personal writing of any sort. I did not write another for six and a half years. While the period in between is essential both to whom I am and becoming, but for the tail-end of the period and anything having to do with my wonderful children, it could be described as the lost years, or, the wasteland. I have several essays in various stages of readiness, some started before, and some inside the chrysalis. In the meantime, I submit this now for wider publication. Not only is she my most cherished firstborn, she touches upon many topics, none more important than depression and suicide prevention, and thus quite appropriate for Know Thyself, Heal Thyself, and I hope 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊. agrees. I just finished rereading the essay and have tears and thrills and chills."

It's not all heavy. The topics also include favorite foods, books I was reading at the time, favorite lyrics, and platonic love.

If anyone is interested: https://medium.com/know-thyself-heal-thyself/self-portrait-in-essay-form-circa-12-2013-7bdac6f1510e