July 24, 2014

My dearest,

We walk past an arcade, one of the few remaining these days, and your eyes light up. You tell me how you would visit these during your younger days with your friends. How you would strategise with some of them to prepare weapons for battle. How some would be better at strategy, others at spotting differences in two near-identical pictures.

So many games, so much history. I have no part of that. I still don’t play arcade games (not that many remain these days). But I am present here with you, listening to you share your past with me and feeling your excitement and your nostalgia. This is so precious. It’s a privilege to receive this gift.

Yours, ever and always.