Our anniversary
My My Love,
Another year has gone by with you, and honestly it still feels new. I get that same small, happy jolt every time I remember you picked me.
Thank you for the plain days most of all. The coffee you hand me before I’m properly awake. Laughing at nothing in the car. The quiet that never once felt empty. And thank you for the harder weeks too, the ones where love was less of a feeling and more of a choice, and you kept choosing it anyway, without making a fuss about it.
If I could keep only one thing from all of this, it wouldn’t be a place or a photo. It would be the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention.
So here’s what I’m promising for this year: more patience, more paying attention, more of me turning towards you first. The candles, the countdown, that whole little film, it’s all just a very long way of saying one short thing.
Happy anniversary. I love you, always.
Always yours