It was 1998. I saw you, but you didn’t see me. We only knew each other then via email.
I wanted to introduce myself, but the press and everyone else wanted a piece of you. You were the big website hotshot, and the award you just won affirmed it.
I shyly walked away, nudged my girl friend, and just said “I have a feeling I’ll end up marrying that guy anyway.”
More than a decade passed before I got the guts to tell you that story. Ang labo, you said. You laughed. I laughed.
Happy 17th year anniversary, babe. Wishing everyday that you were here.