Thursday marked nine years that Dan and I have been “together”.

I hate words like “relationship”, “boyfriend”, “girlfriend” and “partner”.

Whatever we’ve been, we’ve been for nine years.


On Thursday night, Dan arrived home with a single, pink rose:

Then, as we were leaving to go out for dinner, Dan presented me with nine pink roses:

Nine! Pink! Roses!

We had dinner in Newtown, we went to Better Read Than Dead to check out their book porn, we had mint slice and lemon, lime and bitters gelato. We played Words With Friends against each other, we generally pfaffed around.

It was us.

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  1. love this xxx

    Posted on 8 February 2010 at 9:24 pm