ian dreamt up charming ways of wooing me in our early days. after christmas and new years, a carpet of champagne bottle tops covered our stomping grounds, and in the months following those holidays i would find little champagne scenes in surprising places. these tokens of love are some of my prized possessions.
i lost them this past year. i tore the house apart searching for them, looking in the same places many times, knowing i must've just missed them. though i counseled myself in "letting go", i have grieved their passing in random moments, crying for their loss.
ian is in istanbul right now, but before he left, he found those little treasures. they now comfort me in his absence.