We were so busy with the simple events of everyday life—rather, with the happiness of being together—that I swear I completely forgot about the seventeenth, which is our anniversary. After dinner one night, goodness knows how, I remembered the date and right then and there I got up the courage to confess my neglect. Courage, every once in a while, receives its rewards. You’ll never guess what Diana said.
“I forgot it too. If people love each other all days are equal.”
“Equally important,” I said, articulating slowly and contentedly.
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