two years

Two years ago I boarded a plane.
Two years ago I lived a day that contained 32 hours.
Two years ago I walked down a flight of stairs at San Diego airport.
Two years ago I fell into her arms.
Two years ago I kissed her.
Two years ago I crossed the border, into Mexico, for the first time.
Two years ago I climbed the stairs to our flat.
Two years ago I found my home.

And now words fail me.
There is so much I could say, so much I should say - but where to begin, where to end?
This has a beginning - two years ago - but will have no end - siempre y por siempre.

Two years, one twenty third of my life.
Two years, 4% of my life.
Two years, 104 weeks, 760 days, 18240 hours, 1094400 minutes, 65664000 seconds.
Two years, a lifetime that seems to have been so full and seems to have passed so quickly.

Would I do it again? Certainly!
Do I want to live those two years again? No.
I want today.
I want to tomorrow.
I want eternity.

To love.
To be loved.
To hold.
To be held.
To kiss.
To be kissed.
To wake up beside you.
To go to sleep beside you.
To walk with you.
To talk with you.
To be with you.

I love you.
Always.

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[Croila]

It's one year as of yesterday for me and E. Except, this is the third time round for us. And except, we're Scottish and we won't talk about it! ;-) heh heh! Third time lucky, I hope. Oops, I said I wasn't going to talk about it!

Glad it's working out for you though. Wouldn't it have been a pisser if after all that drama and trauma, it tranpsired that you got on each other's wick so badly you couldn't make a go of it?