The year is twenty-fifty four. You're married to the most perfect woman in the world – well, in your eyes. You're sure there are other people that think their respective spouse is the most perfect person to set foot on planet earth, but you know they're all wrong. You're right. You have Rachel Berry, clearly you're the one that's right in this situation. If they were married to her, they'd think the same thing. It's an inescapable feeling, this one. Feeling as if you're the luckiest person ever; as if no one could ever know the amount of love, passion, disbelief that she's really yours, that you do. Other people's lives surely aren't like this – you're confident in saying. They haven't, and probably never will go through half of the things that you, and Rachel, have struggled through in your lives. But you know it's been worth it. And this will be too.
It's definitely not going to be easy. Nothing ever has been when it comes to you two, it seems. But hey, life isn't easy. You learned that at a very young age. And now you're sixty, and the lesson has sunk in more than you would have liked it to. Life doesn't always go your way, you've learned, more so than you ever thought you would, but it sure as hell goes the way that you should be going. The fact is, and to quote The Rolling Stones, you can't always get what you want, but you get what you need. You needed Rachel Berry, more than you could have ever thought at fifteen, when you met. It took a lot of trying, it took a lot of pain, it took a lot of tears... but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need.
