March 9, 2022

My dearest,

It’s a little over a month later. You came home, and we celebrated Chinese New Year together: lohsang with friends, reunion lunch with my parents, offering prayers to your late mother, lots of coffee, and our favourite chee cheong fun.

Now you’re safely back there. We are back to our usual work grind. Where did the time go? Is this a restoration of the status quo, we wonder?

But no. There is no status quo but this: we are always together even when we are not. You send me pictures of the meal you’ve just cooked; I send you flowers from our garden. Other times we’d be cooking that meal together; we’d be strolling in the same garden at the same time, pointing out the birds and the butterflies, the squirrels and the sounds they make.

What is restoration but a time for us to restore ourselves to our fullest of energies, our best of health? We are already planning our next vacation, our next island getaway.

The world may change, may keep changing, but we are ever the same. The only change, if change must be, is how our love deepens with time, stronger with every passing year, with every glance into your eyes and yours into mine.

Yours, ever and always.