Meanwhile, one year ago today, Danielle and I met for the first time.
Anniversaries are complicated for couples who met online because there’s a lot of them — first email, first IM, first Skype call. In my mind, though, none of the others were as nerve-wracking as pacing up and down in Heathrow’s Arrivals lounge, scanning the faces of the incoming crowds of people, wondering how it would go, how the chemistry we both felt would survive the transition. I wrote yesterday about how incredibly brave Danielle was to fly 4,000 miles to this meeting.
Had you told me then that we would be living together today I would have told you you were mad; not because I was uncertain, but because I would have said it was too much to hope for. And yet here we are.
I love you Danielle. Here’s to the next year, and many more beyond.
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