I rolled over in bed this morning, and groggily mumbled: "Happy Birthday Baby"
Shit, no that's not right. His Birthday was in June. What did I mean to say?
Oh Yeah, "Happy Anniversary Honey."
Phil and I have more anniversaries than we know what to do with, and have never quite figured out which one should take top priority.
First there is the anniversary of when we met in Kathmandu in September 2002- those couple of weeks are a bit of a blur, and we can't quite even remember the exact date- I think it was about the 15th.
But then after seven months of a long-distance relationship (me in rural Nepal, him in Shanghai, China), in April 2003 we broke up.
About six months after that, we started talking online again as friends. By that time I was living in Sydney again, Phil was still in China (with a short stint in Brazil). Over a year of chatting on MSN, with our friendship growing stronger and stronger, he finally told me in March 2005, that he couldn't be my friend anymore. Because he was in love with me.
*swoon*
Actually, I laughed at him and told him to get back to me in a week or so if he still felt the same way. Turns out he did, and in the mean time I got over my total denial, and realised I did too.
Then, after looking at several options of how to be together (Australia? Canada? China? Timbucktoo?) I finally moved here to Shanghai on the 4th August, 2005.
So tell me: what should we celebrate? The date we met? The date we got back together? or the date I moved here?
In any case we have been living together for 1 year today, and I must say I can't quite believe that I haven't smothered him in his sleep, or that he hasn't strangled me with my own incessantly flapping tongue... yet.
It looks like we finally got it figured out.
So, Baby: Happy One year Anniversary of living together- We done good, kid!
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Top points to anyone who recognised title of this post as coming from Rent:
Seasons of Love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love? Measure in love
5 comments:
...and we even have two boys.
Ok two rabbits, but you know what I mean...
I never thought i'd be possible. The others maybe, but not me.
Love ya babe!
Alol.
Good on yous.
Celebrate all three. Really let it all hang out.
D xx
Yeah, I say woop it all for all of 'em. And the longer you're together, the more there'll be to celebrate. I've heard Japan, having been around for a while, has a national holiday about once a week, and I think that's awesome. In 50 years you two will have a near-weekly reminder of a full life together. (Is that too much pressure? Sorry, haven't been in the "just living together and carrying for two rabbits" phase in a while...)
Happy, happy, joy, joy. May you always feel as wonderful about each other as you do today.
I love Rent. I have only been able to see it once and that was off Broadway. I hope to one day see it in New York City. I actually wrote an X-File short story with one of Rent's songs in it. It was a pretty goofy little story.
Happy Anniversary to you as well. They guy I am going to China with is named Phil as well. I don't meet many people with that name.
Gabrielle
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