Will
WILL
When people ask and Bridget how they met, they often look at each other with a mischievous grin and answer “online dating.” Other times, they tell the story of two friends who ultimately fell in love and got together.
Bridget prefers the former, whereas loves to talk about the latter. How he knew from her first email that she was special, how madly and quickly he fell for Bridget, his friend. He loves showing off by telling everyone that, while he did suffer in the friend zone for some time, it was worth every second because it set the foundation for the best relationship he’s ever had. He likes to show off how they’re able to solve conflict because their relationship wasn’t born out of passion at first (though he can guarantee they have passion in spades now). It was built upon solid ground. Only two people who really care enough to forgive could’ve gotten over the worst mistake he’s ever made in his life. Only a true friend and partner could’ve loved him through that.
and Bridget are both going through a huge transition period right now. Bridget calls it their “search for purpose era” where they attempt to turn their passions into their livelihoods—everyone’s dream.
He loves that Bridget’s on this quest to find exactly what she’s meant to do. And personally, thinks she’s found it. Her creativity and resourcefulness knows no bounds, which is why her idea of opening a store with reclaimed and repurposed clothing sounds perfect for her. There’s not a doubt in his mind she won’t be able to make it an instant success.
Meanwhile, has been looking into pursuing grad school opportunities—but not an MBA, as his grandfather had hoped. After talking more with Bridget about what he enjoyed specifically about art and school, he realized he wants to explore different classes at the Continuing Education level. Maybe from there, he’d be able to determine more where he’d like his professional future to look like. Go to proper grad school. Find the right job for him.
“And it’s totally okay that you’re still not sure, babe,” Bridget tells him one night over his favorite pasta dish. “I told you, you deserve to give yourself time to figure things out.”
He smiles and reaches over to wipe some tomato sauce from the corner of her mouth before licking it off his thumb. It gives him ideas for other plans later tonight—he’s sure there must be a can of whipped cream in the fridge somewhere.
“I know, Bridge. But I think I’ve already found my life’s purpose.”
“Really? What is it?” she asks around a mouthful of penne alla vodka, eyes bright and excited.
“Loving you.”
Bridget rolls her eyes, but grins when she can’t help that goofy, lovestruck smile of hers.