Just recalled that 2.5 years ago, we had fried chicken and a long conversation over beers and pink wines--one of the first time we actually hung out outside of work, and certainly the first with just the two of us. Then, we were babies of the company, eager and scared and nervous about the first round of promotions. Now look at us, just a few years out, but considered oldies of the company, much wiser, settling into the rhythms of being like old people together, cooking, gardening, meowing at our cat, etc. Things have changed so much, in a good way.
:)
I can't remember the last time we realised it was our month-niversary, and I think we clean forgot about our second year anniversary, and I can never even remember if we've been together for one year or for five, but I guess those milestones matter less to us than the journey.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett