Today, I heard a story. Someone told me a story about myself.
There was a man who worked where I worked who knew of me before I
married you. He had never spoken with me, but he'd seen me around the office. He said I seemed like a resigned, defeated person back then; a sad person.
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| Back when we were friends |
A few years later, he saw me again. It was after you and I had married. He remarked that I seemed a different person from the person I had been. I was more alive. Happier. He said it seemed like I cared.
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| Now, as husband and wife |
It was a tough story to hear. The truth of it hit me like a sharp slap across the face. Those
years just before I met you were dark and destructive. But I hadn't known that my despair was so apparent.
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| Ethiopian for birthday dinner! |
Everything is different now, of course. These years with you, I've kept afloat no matter how
rough the water. There is a flat, broad future in front of us. And bright. The future is bright. I believe it. Whatever may come, the future is bright.
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| Tiramisu for my sweetie! |
Happy birthday, my love. Thank you for saving my life.
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