The Stories of our Lives

In this same city, ten years ago, when we took each other’s hand so as not to get separated in the crowd, I don’t think I knew that we would never let go. Still, there is no one else I would want to stand here with, on the world’s rooftops, at this moment.

In the box, you will find a little piece of metal. A whole decade went by without our exchanging an official promise of infinite love: this engagement developed naturally instead, like two small streams joining and making their way on earth, through the snags and bumps of the landscape, through lush grass banks and storms alike, transforming into a strong and unstoppable river, sparkling in the sun and brimming with life. Our commitment grew by itself.

I love you, I plan to spend my life with you, and it makes me happy. In this special anniversary, then, I believe it is the perfect occasion to tell you, and I offer you a small present. It’s my promise, simple as that; a little reminder of our commitment and of me – this way I’m always with you.

I would be pleased if you accepted to wear it. What do you say?

With all my love,
(except the enormous portion I’m reserving for our kids,
but it could be argued that our children are a living expression of our love,
so it’s all the same really…)