since the day I asked
one year of us
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this photo — you, looking back at me — is my favourite photo in the world
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♡ ♡ ♡
One year ago tonight, at the top of Melbourne, I asked you a question — and it's still the best thing I've ever done.
Every photo below is proof of the same thing: that every version of us, in every place, on every kind of day, is my favourite place to be.
Here's to year two. And every one after it.
— all my love, Tai
one year, in numbers
12
months
52
weeks
365
days
8,760
hours
525,600
minutes
∞
still counting
and I'd take every single one of them again.
a year of ♡ in twelve frames
♡
the highs & the lows
we've stood on top of this city,
and we've sat on the floor of it too —
some days felt like flying,
some barely let us through.
and we've sat on the floor of it too —
some days felt like flying,
some barely let us through.
but every high had your laugh in it,
and every low still had your hand,
and there's no version of this story
where anywhere else I'd rather stand.
and every low still had your hand,
and there's no version of this story
where anywhere else I'd rather stand.
one year of loud and quiet,
of heavy and of light —
and through every single one of them,
you were the best part of my life.
of heavy and of light —
and through every single one of them,
you were the best part of my life.
so whatever the next year throws at us,
whatever we stumble through —
by your side is where you'll find me.
it has always been you.
whatever we stumble through —
by your side is where you'll find me.
it has always been you.
you mean everything to me.
happy anniversary, my love. ♡
happy anniversary, my love. ♡