Life got in the way of us. Somehow it just did.

I was going to write our story, part the second, for our 10th anniversary and somehow, I didn’t. That was life, I guess.

This is it.

This is all there is.

Lying on my back, the sky a clear blue where thin twisting wisps of pale cloud catch a scrap of rainbow. A rainbow. A tiny patch of colours, to make you hold your breath in wonder.

‘How do you know?’

The wind, careering through piles of crispy leaves, dashing them with wild abandon against the rough stone wall.

I leaned my back up against some oak, thinking that he was a trusty tree…