I wrote this poem for my boyfriend for our two-year anniversary, and he was so touched. He gave me permission to share it here, and I’m sharing it for one reason: to remind women that romantic love isn’t extinct. It still exists. It’s not guaranteed, it’s not perfect, and it’s never painless — but it is possible. He and I are not flawless people. We both have disorganized attachment, which means we can get tangled up in old wounds and misunderstandings. When it comes to politics, we agree on the