July 15, 1991 : Greece

You both had a tradition that every year on the same date you’d both do something to commemorate the day you both met. This year you and Steve decided to take a trip to Greece

You agreed to meet on a ferry to Paros, with the wind loud in their ears, salt on their skin.

Steve is all tan lines and careless charm, leaning on the railing like the world is a party he hasn’t gotten bored of yet. He offered her half a peach he bought from a vendor on the dock. Saying that ‘Greek fruit changes lives’.

They spend the day wandering white streets, getting lost on purpose. Steve buys you a cheap silver necklace from a stand near the harbor says it looks like you, simple and bright.

Later that night you both drink too much retsina on the beach.

Steve talks about nothing — parties back home, stupid stories — until suddenly he doesn’t.

”I’m afraid of going back, to our everyday life I don’t think i can survive that. I don’t want to land anywhere you’re not.”