One Year On I had to pass this way you know. I had to be where I was To get to this place To where I am now To where you are To where you and me become us. The place where What I dared not dream yesterday Became the very fabric of my dreams today.
But you are not a dream. I know this. Because even in my wildest dreams I could not have created you. I would have left something out. Some little thing, And you would not be The perfection that you are. In every minute detail.
The words I want do not exist. Not in any language I know of, at least. Or perhaps they just elude me. Or maybe, Just maybe, The only words that can express What I want to say Are as simple as "I love you."
And now Every day Is the anniversary Of something beautiful.
About this piece: A year ago today I went out for dinner with a beautiful woman who would turn my entire universe on its head. I didn't know it at the time, but I was about to discover what it is to be loved. Truly loved, for who I am, without improvements or alterations.
It's been a year now since that first date. It was only going to be dinner, that's all. Five hours later, when the manager of the Caribou had long since closed up shop and left us sitting on his patio we finally said goodnight.
On my way home, my not-inconsiderable vocabulary was reduced to three monosyllabic words: "Wow. Yeah. Damn!" A few weeks further on, it recovered enough to come up with this effort.
Out of that simple beginning grew something so wondrous and beautiful that I still struggle to find adequate words for it. The one that keeps surfacing, though, is "gift". Because I did nothing to earn this. I could not have done anything that good.
So all I can think of to say is, "I love you, Wendy. Happy Anniversary. Today and all the todays to come."
About the photo: An impromptu sand etching (sand-fitti?) at Kure Beach on a chilly New Year's Morning. Strangely enough, it seemed that after I left our mark on the beach, a lot of other people followed suit. Because when we retraced our steps back to where this was, there were several more such professions etched in the sand that weren't there when we passed that way before. It didn't bring about immediate world peace obviously, but maybe someday...