No, not the movie SEVEN but seven it is. Seven years of marriage. It doesn’t seem to be that long but it’s like with age: the length of time becomes some abstract number which is so irrelevant and disjointed from me and my life that it turns strange and odd and just that – nothing but a number, even though I try and compare it to other things in my life, it remains nothing but a mathematical symbol.
The one thing which IS cool to remember about that day is HOW WE GOT MARRIED – online and live on a Hotline server (which was physically, at the time, somewhere in Hongkong). And then, even nicer and more romantic: how we met in the fist place. And for me, the first talk, the first email, the first sight, the first touch; THAT are the dates for me to remember as importancies, marriage itself – for me – is not much more than an administrative agreement to hold up the decision we had made ahead already: yes, we want to stay together. Next to that, this yearly day gives us the excuse to enjoy expensive food and a movie and to do something special if we so wish.