Another year.

 

 
  

I consider myself fortunate.

Even though,

to someone looking in through a clouded window,

we appear inappropriately suited.

The dude and I are very well-matched to one another despite our differences.

We each come from a similar background;

We each spent time in the same backyard,

just near-missing one another by a few years;

and

we are both very intelligent,

 though he retains trivia better than anyone I know. 

 

 

 

 

The one or two things we don’t like about one another, we have learned to accept as unimportant in the scheme of things. So yes, I consider myself fortunate. Two seemingly, at-total-opposite-ends-of-the-spectrum people still love one another after all these years.

Go figure.

 

I like how we laugh together.

Sometimes you make me laugh so hard,

I’m rolling to the ground,

and you have to help me up.

 
 
  

 Happy Anniversary
 my love.

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