The 18th day of May.
Today.
We are nineteen years together.
This house is where we began.
A college party.
The 11th hour. He walked away for the last time....
And then,he came back. And we walked, at dawn, to Sandycove, shy and unbelieving.
At last.
And now,
I have been with him for as many years as I was not.
I am blessed.


















