One year ago, Nick was visiting me in New York for the first time. Short bout of amnesia aside, I have a really detailed memory, so I’ve been treating him to updates in the same manner of your mother calling you on your birthday to coo, “Thirty years ago todaaaaaaay, I was just about to meet you for the first time!”

So far I’ve reminded him of picking him up at the airport, how it was snowing, the taxi ride back to my apartment, eating Grimaldi’s pizza, going on a walk in the snow, beers at Freddy’s, watching Eddie Izzard, and kissing. This morning he brought me tea in bed and I said, “One year ago right now we were… walking to Flight 001 to buy you that universal outlet!”

“Are you going to keep doing this?”

“I can stop. But then you’d miss one year ago tonight, when we get drunk with Tracie at that Belgian bar and then go to Corner Bistro and make that romantic drunken pact not to ever kill ourselves once we have children.”

“I wish it was already one year ago tomorrow when we have breakfast at Tom’s in the past. I’m bloody starving.”