The best.

Like three years ago, we woke again each morning to the sound of fast, tall waves. We walked, we made no plans, we breathed and watched the horizon, something we can never find in New York. There was a calm of belonging.


For three years we've been together, three years since we started celebrating instants here. So much, so much has happened, and yet tonight, I don't want all the big things to out-shout the little, daily treats: a post-it in the medicine cabinet, his hands on my back welcoming me each night.

Happy 3rd Anniversary, my best friend. Each year, each day, I am reminded of the astounding gift you are to me. I love you with all my heart, handsome.

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