It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

Half the time?
Fifty-fifty?
One out of two?
If someone would have told me when I was a teenager that I would
have a fifty-fifty chance of living my entire life with you, I would have
felt like the luckiest human on the planet.
If someone would have told me that I had a 50 percent chance of
being loved by you, I would have wondered what the hell I did to get so
lucky.
If someone would have told me that we’d get married one day, and
I’d get to give you your dream honeymoon in Europe, and that our
marriage would have a 50 percent chance of being successful, I would
have immediately asked what size your ring finger was so that we could
get started.
Maybe the idea of love ending being a negative thing is simply a
matter of perspective. Because to me, the idea that a love came to an
end means that, at some point, there was love that existed. And there
was a time in my life, before you, when I was completely untouched by
it.
The teenage version of me wouldn’t have seen potential heartbreak
as a bad thing. I was jealous of anyone who had ever loved something
enough to experience losing it. Before you, I had never met love at all.
But then you came along, and you changed that. Not only did I get
the opportunity to be the first person to ever fall in love with you, but I
also got to experience a shared heartbreak with you. And then, like a
miracle, I was given the opportunity to fall in love with you all over
again.
Two times in one life.
How can one man be so lucky?
All things considered, the fact that I made it here, that we made it
here, to our wedding day, is quite frankly more than I ever dreamed I
would get out of life. One breath, one kiss, one day, one year, one
lifetime. I’ll take whatever you’ll give me, and I vow that I will cherish
every second I’m lucky enough to spend with you from this moment on,
just as I’ve cherished every second I’ve ever spent with you before this
moment.