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To my love. I hope you have a wonderful day, my darling. Tonight, something low-key in tone and appearance. A quiet night with the cats, and you, and perhaps-sure-pizza. I know things have been crazy as of late. Work is ramping up, and it'll likely be crazy for a while now. It'll stay here. I know I've brought him frustrations and stress, but no, not again. Our home is supposed to be a haven, a tranquil spot away from the strain of outside. Tonight, we do that, being home and together. Nothing else.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
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A happy 147 months to my love. I'm sorry I'm not feeling well. Considering me going to the doctor a small monthly anniversary gift for us. Not exactly diamonds and pizza, but at least I'll find the way to end this lingering cough a little faster. I love you, even if it's been sounding like "I luff ooh" lately.
A happy 147 months to my love. I'm sorry I'm not feeling well. Considering me going to the doctor a small monthly anniversary gift for us. Not exactly diamonds and pizza, but at least I'll find the way to end this lingering cough a little faster. I love you, even if it's been sounding like "I luff ooh" lately.
Friday, August 19, 2011
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By the time you read this, I'll be in the home stretch of the Gamescom video game expo in Cologne. I won't be around for your monthly anniversary. Even though I'll be surrounded by thousands of adoring video game fanatics, even though I'll be wrapped in the chaos and heat and light that would overstimulate a Zen monk, I'll be lonely without you. Because of the time difference, our monthly anniversary will overlap: me getting it first, and then you with a nine-hour delay. Our anniversary will last about 41 hours or so, a first! It'll be as if we pushed the planet out of alignment and made out special day about one-third longer.
I love you, my darling. I'll be home soon. Please still love me, even if I smell like an airplane.
By the time you read this, I'll be in the home stretch of the Gamescom video game expo in Cologne. I won't be around for your monthly anniversary. Even though I'll be surrounded by thousands of adoring video game fanatics, even though I'll be wrapped in the chaos and heat and light that would overstimulate a Zen monk, I'll be lonely without you. Because of the time difference, our monthly anniversary will overlap: me getting it first, and then you with a nine-hour delay. Our anniversary will last about 41 hours or so, a first! It'll be as if we pushed the planet out of alignment and made out special day about one-third longer.
I love you, my darling. I'll be home soon. Please still love me, even if I smell like an airplane.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
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Happy Anniversary, my love. Today is our twelfth anniversary of our wedding. It's not the twelfth anniversary of bring in love, or knowing each other. Those moments appeared farther back on the timeline. I don't know why we don't celebrate those pinpoints. I think we just use the wedding anniversary as a proper social landmark, a place we can look back at and celebrate when that day comes around every year. It's a common place, just like a wedding or a birthday. It's an absolute in a world that can blur work and private times. When this day comes around, we do recognize where we were when we stood up and make our vows. It was a public version of what we already left. So, we celebrate the public declaration part, and we enjoy the private histories alone, as it should be.
Happy Anniversary, my love. Today is our twelfth anniversary of our wedding. It's not the twelfth anniversary of bring in love, or knowing each other. Those moments appeared farther back on the timeline. I don't know why we don't celebrate those pinpoints. I think we just use the wedding anniversary as a proper social landmark, a place we can look back at and celebrate when that day comes around every year. It's a common place, just like a wedding or a birthday. It's an absolute in a world that can blur work and private times. When this day comes around, we do recognize where we were when we stood up and make our vows. It was a public version of what we already left. So, we celebrate the public declaration part, and we enjoy the private histories alone, as it should be.
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