It’s way past our anniversary on the 10th of September.
But that day was filled with togetherness.
And the days before and after were filled with all sorts of madness, both personal and professional.
Dear Abby, it’s been a decade.
And it’s flown by us like a quarrel of sparrows.
Here now, and vanished in the next instant.
And yet when I look back on it, we’ve been through so much.
You know me more, than I know myself by now.
Here’s to, till death do us part.
I love you.
And like the poet says in his Dark Sonnet
I really don’t know
“I Love You” means
I think it means
“Don’t leave me here alone.”
