The picture is fading; I was watching it yesterday. There are fading colors on the edges and tiny eroded spots on the wood it was printed on. It has moved several times after all, from home to home, from country to country, cities and towns, year after year. It has weathered.
And so have we.
Fifteen years ago. First kiss. First dance. All new and fresh.
Fifteen years after. Several kisses after. Several dances after. All so familiar and second nature now. Easy to forget. Easy to get used to.
Yet we didn't get used to it.
We lived. Life was beyond moments to be watched passing. Life was to be experienced. Refreshed. Renewed. Even in the most dull moments, even when our hearts grew distant, even when life got us too occupied. We continued refreshing, experiencing, walking closer rather than apart. We spoke and we heard rather than becoming silent sufferers of a contract. We mended and attended. We paused and assessed. We preserved. So we renewed to "us".
I'm proud of us and the fading picture too. Hope to watch it weather for ever!
Happy 15th Anniversary my M!
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