25 years of us

Ma Camille,

Twenty-five years ago you walked down the steps of the mairie in the cold December sun, and I forgot every word I had practised.

Since then we have changed flats, cities, jobs and hairstyles. We raised Léa, lost our keys a thousand times and found each other again every evening at the kitchen table.

The music box still plays our song when you wind it. I hope you never get tired of hearing it — because I will never get tired of dancing to it with you.

Je t’aime, aujourd’hui plus qu’hier,

Julien