Today marks 500 days of magic with my love. Five hundred days spent with somebody I met eight(!! yes eight!) years ago. One day you might learn of our story.
The things I’d like to savour forever:
– – how we dream of the future and grasp it tightly when it arrives, those impromptu jokes that have us in stitches for entire weekends, coffee dates and coffee kisses, how his eyes sparkle when he has a grand plan in place, the way we help one another out in unspoken terms, those mornings spent pondering breakfast at our favourite place, wondering where the future might take us, the crinkle by his eye just when he smiles, our first pair of couple Nikes, evening walks hand-in-hand, that first bonfire night, recalling fond memories, making up for very, very lost time.