The moon was high- like your friends were on the day that you and Arizona first met. The wine was cold, like the shoulder that you would give her around the hospital. It was like a game of cat and mouse for a month, or two.. Or three..

Now, it was the middle of the night as you watched her breathe and smile in her sleep. You kissed her once because you knew that she had a long night. Twice because you knew that it was going to be alright. Three times because you had been waiting your whole life.. Without the exes, the fights, and the flaws, you wouldn’t be standing here so tall.

Sure, you liked shiny things, but you would marry this woman with paper rings. You hated accidents, except how you went from friends to.. This. She was the one who you wanted in paper rings, or in picture frames, or in your dirty dreams.