I had been staring at a blank page for three weeks. The wedding was in eleven days. My vows — the most important words I would ever say to another human being — were an empty document titled "final_vows_REAL_v7.docx."
In a moment of quiet desperation, I opened Claude — the AI assistant from Anthropic — and I told it everything. Every inside joke. Every late-night drive. The year things got hard. The exact way her laugh sounds when she's surprised by something. The reason I fell in love with her, written out in rambling, typo-filled paragraphs at 1:30am on a Tuesday.
When I stood at the altar and read those words, three people in the front row cried before I'd finished the second sentence. My wife — she knew I'd used AI. We talked about it the week before. She said: "If the feelings are yours, the words don't have to be."
I've been thinking about that ever since. We are moving into a world where AI is a collaborator in our most human moments — not because we're replacing feeling, but because sometimes feeling is all we have, and we need help translating it. Maybe that's not a loss. Maybe that's just a new kind of literacy.