Six years ago, give or take a few hours we sat in a windowless room redolent of disinfectant and hope, met each other’s eye and said yes.
A marriage of sorts.
The start of a love affair.
An act of charity.
The submission to a mad impulse.
A dereliction of logic.
A small betrayal of loves lost.
A step of faith.
Another room in my heart.
A promise and a proclamation.
I looked at Dog. He looked at me.
‘You’ll do,’ we thought as one.
Here’s to another year.
the sixth anniversary is candy (or iron but I hate ironing; so does Dog)