Anna & Tom · 5 years

You were twenty minutes late and I waited on the pier anyway. We talked until sunset.

You said it was “a short walk”. Six hours later I knew I'd follow you anywhere.

A red train, snow to the horizon and your head on my shoulder for four hours.

The best pizza of our lives, far too many steps a day and a promise to come back.

Mulled wine, lights everywhere and a carousel you talked me into three times.

No music, right in the middle of the terrace. People stared and we kept dancing.

Five years after our first date. The best “yes” I've ever heard.

My hands were shaking with the rings. Yours not at all.