January 11, 2022

My dearest,

The years have never been kinder to us. We have always had good food to eat, be it your favourite chee cheong fun from a back alley stall in Taman Pelangi (made fresh on the spot by the Cantonese auntie and uncle) or the charcuterie board at the Tuscan kitchen in Soi Ruamrudee 2, still the best Italian in Bangkok, the lardo melting almost before it touches our tongues.

The years have never been kinder to us. We have always had a comfortable home to live in. White walls and the warm tones of teakwood furniture. Our bed wide enough that neither of us are ever in danger of rolling off it onto the floor, especially not when we slumber with our fingers intertwined.

The years have never been kinder to us. We have always found each other’s company a blessing, soothing and reassuring, even when we are only reciting the day’s happenings or saying nothing at all.

This is nothing new, of course, but it feels more important now than ever before to celebrate how kind the years have been to us, how generous, and never take even a minute for granted.

Yours, ever and always.