As this is posted I am on my way to London for a lovely weekend with some friends, but this date couldn’t go unnoticed.
It’s been a year since we went to the City Hall in NYC, said yes and were declared husband and wife by the great State of New York. No frills, no big wedding, just us as it should be. We didn’t have any rings so we got some Hello Kitty ones in Chinatown an hour earlier- even though they’re destroyed (what to expect from 5 dollar rings, right?) we still keep them as a memento of such a lovely day. Even though we can’t celebrate today together like we should, it’s still a date to remember and cherish. Hopefully next year we will be able to spend it together (and get proper rings).
“‘See, I’ve always been afraid of marriage because of, you know, ball and chain, I want my freedom, all that. But when I was thinking about that stupid girl I suddenly saw it was the opposite: that if you got married to someone you know you love, and you sort yourself out, it frees you up for other things. I know you don’t know how you feel about me, but I do know how I feel about you. I know I want to stay with you and I keep pretending otherwise, to myself and to you, and we just limp on and on. It’s like we sign a new contract every few weeks or so and I don’t want that any more. And I know that if we got married I’d take it seriously, and I wouldn’t want to mess about.’
‘And you can make a decision about it just like that, can you? In cold blood, bang bang, if I do that, then this will happen? I’m not sure that it works like that.’
‘But it does, you see. Just because it’s a relationship, and it’s based on soppy stuff, it doesn’t mean you can’t make intellectual decisions about it. Sometimes you just have to, otherwise you’ll never get anywhere. That’s where I’ve been going wrong. I’ve been letting the weather and my stomach muscles and a great chord change in a Pretenders single make up my mind for me, and I want to do it for myself'”
Nick Hornby, High Fidelity