If I can reveal to just `one other person' my fears, the shabbiness of my faults and imperfections, and have them say, in spite of them, that I am precious, beautiful, and special; then some day I may grow to believe that myself.
If I can whisper into his ear my dreams and plans no matter how foolish, and find his eyes light with glee...then my childhood days of adventure and promise need never end.
And if I hurt him through my selfishness, pride, and lack of understanding, and he can forgive me, then I may have the courage to try again — only this time wiser, more mature and filled with enthusiasm because my failings did not destroy love but taught me how to deepen it.
If I wake to find him still by my side during the financial setbacks, family difficulties, times of serious doubt and bitter disappointment, then life's problems will never cause me despair for this `one other person' will be my candle in the darkest of hours.
And if this same person then trusts me, gives me his fears, failings, shabbiness — his hopes, dreams, his life — then I've got to be, no, I want to be able to love him in return. To forgive and help and appreciate and cherish him until he comes to believe that he too is precious, beautiful, and special.
In marriage we say "this is my helpmate, my One Other Person," and our days together become a journey to life in greater abundance.
Through each other, then, we will come to know God.