He said to me that we will be celebrating our first wedding anniversary in Paris.
He hates Paris. He hates anything French. Yet because I want to be there with him on our anniversary, he said ok.
We didn’t get to go to Paris on our first wedding anniversary. We had a baby instead.
I know it’s a whole lot better and nothing can beat having a baby but I wish somehow that we had gone somewhere. Anywhere. We haven’t gone for any vacation, just the two of us, ever since we got together. We were supposed to go to Penang when we first got together. That didn’t happen.
I am not complaining. But I wish that we can get away one day. Eros is big enough to go on vacation with us. He likes going out so it’s not a problem.
Maybe Paris can wait. It has been there for hundreds of years. It can wait a few hundred more.