HAPPY…

New Year!
I hope that two thousand and twelve brings you peace and love. And dance parties and belly laughs. And glitter. And baby kisses. And more love.
And Happy Anniversary, to me.
To us.
For, on this night, seven years ago,
I was on a plane,
flying across the ocean,
to a far away land,
and to a new place, both literally and figuratively,
after which I would never, ever, evereverever be the same.
For in that place,
I fell in love
with a one of a kind City;
in that place,
I fell in love with a
One of a kind girl.
Twin,
you mean more to me now than you meant to me then,
(and you meant a whole gosh-darn heck of a lot to me then)
and I do not know what my life would be without you.
You have taught me,
you have changed me,
you have accepted me,
you have held me,
you have loved me.
Twin, I love you more than you loved those chocolate churros, or that perfect bite of tapas at cal pep, or the amazing meusli at Mercadona, or the gummies at Bon Jon, or the puppies in the puppy store, or the smell of the Rocafort metro stop…
or the big red couches.
Happy Anniversary, Barca. Happy Anniversary, Twin. Happy New year.
Happiness Always.
(And P.S. because it must be said. Because, well, it just must: “Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.”-Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City, Series Finale. Twin, seriously…I love you more.)

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