A gift page made with love
Still orbiting each other
Years pass but we have never stopped feeling like the very beginning of something.
I once read that the light from some stars takes thousands of years to reach us — that when we look up, we are seeing something that has already happened, already ended, already changed. I think about that sometimes, and then I think about you, and how with you it is the opposite. Every year feels like it is arriving earlier than expected, brighter than I was ready for, and I am not complaining. I never want to stop being surprised by you.
Constellations of us
Small stars that made a forever sky
The balcony and our stars
We gave names to three stars we could see from the balcony. None of them are the official names. We do not care. Every clear night we go out and check that they are still there. They always are.
New Year's Eve with nowhere to be
We were supposed to go out. We did not. We made dinner at home, the expensive kind, with candles and good music, and watched the fireworks from the window. It became our tradition by accident. We have kept it on purpose.
Every midnight that was just ours
The specific quiet that happens after midnight when the world is asleep and we are not. We have had more of those than I can count. They are some of my favourite hours I have ever lived.
Our moments
Every photo tells a story
Endless reasons, one forever
Everything that still makes my heart race
The way you look at the world — like there is always something worth noticing, always something beautiful if you look properly
How you remember the dates of things — small things, things I did not realise I mentioned once
Your voice at 11pm when everything is quiet and we are just talking about nothing that matters and everything that does
That you make ordinary nights feel like events and events feel effortless. Both at once, somehow.
Under every star and in every season. Still choosing this, still choosing you. Happy anniversary.