John & Anna
11 june 2005
how they met… tufts university, spring of 1997. Spanish 34-Latin American Literature. She noticed he spoke a lot in class. He asked to borrow her notes. But it wouldn’t be until two years later, when a wonderful mutual friend, Michelle Pacis, would re-introduce them and provide a connection for spending more time together. They had tapas on Comm Ave. and dessert in the North End. He offered to lend her his socks on the cold February evening because she wore open-toed shoes. They went sailing and hiking and ran into the ocean holding hands until midnight. For some insane reason, she wasn’t sure if they were dating. Until he took her swing dancing. Then she knew. From Boston to Winston to San Francisco, long distance was difficult; sometimes for one more than the other. But since that New Year’s day by Jamaica Pond, they persisted. Finally (!!) he joined her in Chicago. For the first time in 4 years, they lived in the same state. And they’re incredibly happy about that.
I promise to love you and cherish you all the days of my life‌
Two happy lovers make one bread, a single moon drop in the grass. Walking, they cast two shadows that ow together; waking, they leave one sun empty in their bed. Of all possible truths, they chose the day; they held it, not with ropes but with an aroma. They did not shred the peace; they did not shatter words; their happiness is a transparent tower. The air and wine accompany the lovers. The night delights them with its joyous petals. They have right to all the carnations. Two happy lovers, without an ending, with no death, they are born, they die, many times while they live: they have the eternal life of the Natural. —Pablo Neruda
“So grease my knees, and fleece my bees, I think I’ve found my missing piece…” —Shel Silverstein