Six Years

I do not like birthdays, weddings, anniversaries and of course funerals. I do not like to commemorate things very much because they always make me think (God forbid) that I'm old. Commemorations also change the dynamics of life. But I guess I have reason to celebrate today. OK, so unlike my twin brother who would have hired all of the Westin Dragonara and thrown a party for the million people that he knows, I will light two candles and put them near each other and stare at them and think that at least I was right about one thing in my life. I will stare at their glow and marvel at how that glow never ever was hesitant. And I will be glad that the flame, ignited by so many ruffled things, is still on. And when the flickering wick will give way to nothing, I will divert my stare at another someone's face and see how it all is glowing over his face. Because just as the olden heroes stared at death in the face and lived to tell the tale, I have stared at life in the face and lived to tell the tale. They wanted me to quit on love. They wanted me to quit on one very special man. They wanted me to live my life they wanted to. They were a bunch of crappy idiots. Because I, we have survived against a lot of odds. And it's been six years. And it's so happy.