What Is Marriage?

What is marriage?
giving 50% of yourself to your lover?
Better yet is it giving 100%?
Is it a commitment to stay committed to what yall already to commit to?
Is it the thought being able to lay next to a person without worrying?
Why do we as people put ourselves in something that means commitment?
Why cant we love from a far?
Why do we use 2 bonds,combine them to make 1 bond and then untwine them when there is hurt in the air.
Pain is  morning,
Sorrow is afternoon,
Broken is evening.
Love is the snack that we choose to devour when we know that we are already full.
Yet u tell me to devour the morning through the evening.
How come Love is the stomachache to having to deal with life.
You choose life.
And I choose to love.
We choose to commit.
choose to be committed in a commitment that last forever,so that we never have to devour the morning, afternoon and evening.
What is marriage?
Is it having to deal with the stomachache and heartache?
Better yet is it us choosing to commit to the stomachache while entwining night after night to prove that we commit to commitments?
This cant be marriage?

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