Three years ago you and I began the months-long process of getting hitched with a civic ceremony performed in front of hundreds of random locals and a few largely unsuspecting friends during a screening of one of the most romantic films of all times in a dark old cemetery.
Tonight we are three vagabonds, drifting across this huge country to finally find a new life of our own making, breaking free of so many past lives on a real honeymoon adventure, deferred but not deterred.
Happy third anniversary of our first wedding, my dear Valentine. Some day we’ll figure out which of us is Harold and which is Maude.