Year one
The night it all started
You wore that awful jacket and I decided on the spot that I liked you.
a toast to
Aisha & Rohan
scroll — it is all still here
the years, one at a time
how we got here
Year two
We moved in together
Two suitcases, one very small kitchen, and the best year yet.
Year three
The trip we still talk about
We got lost, missed the last train, and laughed the whole way back.
Year four
The year we grew up a bit
Not every month was easy. We held on anyway, and that turned out to be the point.
Year five
Everything since
Ordinary Tuesdays that I would not trade for anyone else's best day.
This year
Right here, with you
Still my favourite person to come home to.
folded up and kept
promises for the year ahead
open one
the wall by the door
every single one of these
tap to clink
To the years behind us and the ones we haven't lived yet.
yours, always
since 6 December 2019
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