March 5, 2019

My dearest,

Today I fly back to you. The back and forth is second nature to me now; my entire journey from door to door is well oiled and efficient. I know that by this evening I will meet you at Rama 9, that we will have dinner at Baan Ying.

There are many steps in this trip I undertake regularly but I know them all: it runs like clockwork now.

It’s easy, then, to take things for granted. Flights can depart late. We can miss a train and have to wait for another, then there are too many people, so the next one. The restaurant might not have any tables.

I think I know it all but I don’t, clearly.

But I do know just one thing – that we have grown deeper in love with every year that passes, that our friends are amazed we would call each other several times a day when we are apart, that we truly enjoy each other’s company, that we have a better relationship than most whom we know, that you never cease to find new ways to annoy me (curse the Meow Meow Song!) – and that this is the only thing that matters.

How blessed we are, how foolish, how in love.

Yours, ever and always.