July 16, 2020

My dearest,

You’ve been playing a lot of classical music lately. It soothes our nerves. It calms our souls.

A particular favourite of yours is Canon in D by Johann Pachelbel. It’s wedding music, it’s sacred music. And though we didn’t walk down any aisle, we walked down a green grassy slope under the summer sky. Our friends in pure, pristine white waiting for us, cheering for us. We looked out at the Hauraki Gulf and we exchanged our vows.

Years later, we would debate the fine print, especially when we feel like getting each other to perform some mundane task. (“You promised to do the dishes, forever and ever, till death do us part!”)

I don’t remember any fine print, to be honest. We knew what we said. We didn’t have Canon in D playing; we didn’t even have any music.

What we have were each other as we do now. Forever and ever, till death do us part.

Yours, ever and always.