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My Dear,

            I received your text message yesterday reminding me of our anniversary. To tell you, I was a bit surprise. In my mind I was sorting memories and dates. What is so special about September? Again you reminded me, September 4, is our wedding anniversary. And it has been twelve years since we exchanged the words that change our lives.

            By reminding me, memories flooded back. Me, as a reluctant bride, in a casual attire, and could not even answer the presiding judge. There were just few witnesses, just a few members of the families and some friends. There were no cake, or doves or a wedding march. Not even flowers! Anyway, both families saved a fortune for that. They must thank me!

            I myself find it so unusual not to remember the date of our wedding. I know many women preparing for this special date. But what makes you remember this date. Actually, in the last 11 years, we did not even remind ourselves of our anniversary. I just keep counting Karl’s birthday to know how long have we been together. Ah, is it because you are not here with me. Sentimental. Sometimes distance makes us so romantic. Just the idea makes us feel so in love.

Why I don’t remember our wedding anniversary? There are many reasons that have been at the back of my mind so many years ago. For one I really do not believe in marriage. But I believe in the legality of the contract, though. Anyway, only MEN created the idea of marriage because men need to be married (to ensure paternity, hence the continuation of his lineage) and women do not. Basically, marriage is all about politics and economics. Couples need not to be in love or like each other that much. That is historically proven, do check on Engels.  My idea of family is about stray cats and dogs staying in my house which they could call home until the time they are ready to leave.