A year of departure gates, 2am phone calls, and way too many "safe flight" texts — and somehow you're still the best problem I've ever had. So this weekend, no work calls, no bags to catch a flight for. Just us.
We finally stop packing bags just to see each other and get to unpack them together instead. Check in, drop everything, breathe.
Six hundred km and I'd still do the drive twice a week for this.— Shiv
"600km has never once stood a chance."
No laptops, no calls, no "sorry, one sec." A table for two and however long we feel like sitting at it.
You, unbothered, stealing food off my plate as usual.— Shiv
Two exhausted people who've been running on fumes for months, finally doing absolutely nothing. You're allowed to fall asleep mid-massage — I won't tell.
You deserve to be this relaxed way more often, headache.— Shiv
"Falling asleep next to you is still my favourite part of any trip."
Blanket on the grass, dinner under the sky, and you telling me I packed the wrong snacks. Wouldn't have it any other way.
I did pack the right snacks. Fight me.— Shiv
The whole point of this weekend. No 5am flight tomorrow, no "I have to go" tonight. Just us, for once, with absolutely nowhere else to be.
One year down. I'd still choose the long drive every single time.— Shiv
"A whole night with no goodbye at the end of it."
We actually wake up in the same city for once. Let's take our time about it before lunch.
Mornings hit different when I don't have to leave by 6am.— Shiv
Flower picking — because you deserve flowers that last a lot longer than the ones I panic-buy at garage stations.
You're picking the whole field, aren't you. Fine by me.— Shiv
"Still the best decision I've ever made, one year in."
Last stop: I attempt to teach you golf, you make it look easy anyway, and I lose gracefully. Mostly gracefully.
Beating you at golf is the one thing I'm still working on.— Shiv
A year of departure gates, time-zone-blurred calls, and way too many "I miss you"s — and somehow you're still the best thing that's ever inconvenienced my life.
My biggest problem. My favourite headache. Here's to closing the distance, one weekend at a time, for year two and every year after it.