Just Married Gays -

They imagined together—houses, gardens, lazy Sunday markets. They talked like people building a map from fragments: one had a garden that grew tomatoes the size of fists; the other could never resist buying too many books. They made promises that were both grand and pedestrian: to water plants faithfully, to learn to make the perfect flat white, to call each other at noon when one of them had a bad meeting. They promised, with the soft fury of newlyweds, to be stubborn for each other and never expect the other to be perfect.