Darkness. I hate it. It reminds me of death and the unknown and the time I spent with the man I love. It happened when I had just turned 20, my husband was 24. Marrying young was the norm then but now a days its being married in your mid to late twenties. Anyway, I thought that being married was great, spending eternity with the man you love. I was wrong, it was not about having a ring on your finger and the law saying you are married. No, it was having adventures and happiness between the two of you; and planning a revolution. Did I forget that?