Today is the anniversary of our first date. On that day, we went to a late-afternoon showing of Entrapment and then dinner, after which we watched the full moon rise in the restaurant parking lot and hugged for 45 minutes. So odd to be looking at all of this from here by myself now.
This is one of those anniversaries you mark when you first get serious with someone (being with someone for a year is serious, right?) because there are no bigger anniversaries -- engagement, wedding -- to overshadow it. This is the biggest thing. And it's sweet and innocent and full of promise.
After we were engaged but before we had picked a date for our wedding, I used to wonder what day would become our new anniversary. Not that it would replace this one, but it would take a slightly more important place in the hierarchy of things to commemorate.
Now, they are all important. Anything I can get that will remind me of the time when things were full of promise -- not that there is no promise now, but it's a different kind, tempered and warier. I don't think I will ever fully trust that this long-distance thing won't happen to us again. All the more reason to turn and run next time the opportunity presents itself ... but what if the payoff for commuting is too tempting?
I guess that's not something I should be worrying about. One long-distance stint at a time, young lady.
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