January 4, 2011

My dearest,

The way we wash each other’s backs when we shower together every night. The way we take turns to boil the water, without asking each other, the moment water needs boiling. The way you let me choose which souvenirs to buy during our trips abroad. The way I’d show each selection to you, for your approval, before confirming that yes, it’s these kitschy mugs with octopi and elephants that we want to bring home.

The smallest things. Isn’t it amazing how they are everything?

Yours, ever and always.