S and I celebrate nine years together today.
Our first date was for Vietnamese, after over a year of being friends.
Our second date, also our first concert, was for Sean Paul.
At the end of our third date, we became each other's one and only. It was Good Friday. Or as I like to call it, a Very Good Friday.
Since then, we've propped each other through the university exams, bar exams and the CFA, moved thousands of miles across Australia then a million more halfway around the world, shared laughter and tears - and, of course, gone on a gazillion more dates.
Today we celebrate our "golden" anniversary. Next year on our tenth, we'll be newlyweds.
I can't imagine being any happier and more in love then I am now.
Though I do suggest asking me again in December.