June 7, 2021

My dearest,

We do so many things together, even from a distance. We might have pork burgers on the same day one week; the next we are enjoying our slices of strawberry cake with light-as-air cream.

We go for runs in the evenings. We send each other photographs of flowers from gardens and from parks.

It’s our way of saying “I’m thinking of you” and “You’re always in my heart” – and you are.

Most times, at any rate.

Yesterday was just us taking advantage of the midyear sales: you stalking your shopping app weeks in advance, adding one item after another to your cart and collecting vouchers, while I only dare expose myself the day itself, fearing the scourge of impulse buying.

Our results are different yet comforting in equal measure: I am relieved I managed to procure everything on my list and not a single item more, staying well within my budget. You tell me you only bought half of what you wanted – cos of some app issues, cos of not wanting to ship so much stuff back home when you return – thereby saving money.

Good news either way.

We are both pleased. It’s another activity we can enjoy together. May there be many more as we explore the rest of our lives, one day at a time, the years passing a proud celebration of how far we have come.

Yours, ever and always.