A rat looking out a window at a passing bird.

The first sign of sentience that Fallah ever showed was sweeping in during a downward spiral and wrapping T.H.R. in a big mental hug.

That’s just the kind of guy he is.

Fallah’s form is large and all encompassing. When he wraps you into a hug, you forget everything that’s going wrong, and for a moment you simply lose yourself in his presence.

He’s quiet, calm, and speaks only when he has something he feels is worth saying…even if “worth” is measured in jokes to make people laugh or a snarky comment to make you reevaluate all your life choices. He’s…strangely reassuring.

He’s also the person I’ve chosen to marry.

I’ve known him for ten years now. He was the first new addition to our system after learning we were plural and he wasn’t always a permanent fixture in our life. At one point, during a particularly low point in T.H.R.’s life, he left. He chose to stick to the back of the mind, watching us from afar but never reaching out nor speaking. In all honesty, there were a few years where we thought he was entirely gone.

But eventually we reached out…and eventually he came back. When he did, he was changed. He was less carefree, less playful, and a lot more cautious. Careful to keep a steady distance from us, both for our sake and his. I took my time getting to know him again. Long nights spent talking. Catching up. Sharing thoughts, secrets, and opinions. The more we spoke, the more clear it became that we had always had feelings for one another.

So we tried, and failed, to date in secret. We were ratted out quite quickly…thank you, Rose. But we never stopped seeing each other.

With time, he helped me come to terms with who I am. Come to understand myself better. Come to be the person I want to be.

And then, this year, he proposed to me.

I would say the rest is history but…we’ve only been married a short time. If it’s history, it’s history yet to be written, and I’m so excited to see where we go from here.

I couldn’t ask for a more fantastic, loving, wonderful husband. No one who understands me as well and makes me feel more at peace with myself.

It’s an honor to know him, and even more so to call myself his.