(Go listen to that song ^^)

Our sudden fragmentation. People would say they saw it coming, that we should have noticed the signs long before things came to this. This complete lack of acknowledgment of my presence.

But we didn't. At least I  didn't. We were unabashedly smitten with each other. Well, before my crash anyway. How could this have been prevented, let alone predicted?

Enough whining! Think of the wonderful times with him! You can get those back as soon as things settle down, I tell myself vehemently.

I allow myself to slide into a memory of us about three months ago.

He woke me up at an unholy hour one Sunday morning. I was bleary-eyed after staying up most of the night finishing a  novel, therefore I was understandably dismayed.

He knew this and still insisted upon awakening me. I refused to speak to him until he presented me with an impeccable breakfast in bed. Red velvet pancakes drizzled in chocolate sauce, a bowl of assorted fruit and a steaming mug of Earl Grey tea, the tray adorned with (dead) flower petals. It was perfect.

After that, he sent me to the bathroom to ''prepare'' for something. Once I had returned to the bedroom I saw three outfits splayed across our bed. He stood shyly in the far corner of the room and sheepishly whispered, ''I know I have terrible fashion sense, but I hope you like at least one of these.'' He gestured slightly towards the clothes.

I cross to him with tears springing forth in my eyes. We embrace for a time before he interrupts us, we have to leave soon, he implores.

To go where? I wonder.

Ah, nowhere in particular, he mutters nonchalantly.

Yet I can see that his eyes are ablaze. He has something monumental planned.

I dress in my preferred of the three offered ensembles, a sleeveless blue and while pinstripe dress with a ruffled skirt and associated accessories.

He bundles me into his car, eager to get going. He tells me I look beautiful while I'm grilling him about where we're going.

After about twenty minutes of banter in the car we arrive at a fairground.

He eagerly extracts me from the car and guides me to the entrance. 

I'm reluctant as the fair hasn't opened for the day yet, the sun hasn't even risen!

Still, he's adamant I join him in the morning fog of the deserted grounds.

Inside, he seats me into one of the lower Ferris wheel seats and begins to work the machinery, attempting to begin the wheel's rotation. I laugh at his struggle and tell him it isn't necessary, we'll come back when the place opens.

He smirks but ignores me.

Eventually he gets the wheel to groan to life.

My cart begins its slow ascent as he dahses towards me, clambering in ungracefully.

On our second revolution the sun began its own - albeit graceful - ascent.

The view is magnificent and I'm mesmerized.

He utters, ''this is what I wanted to show you. This. This being here with you at a country fair at the crack of dawn when I haven't even shaved yet. This is paradise.''

My heartbeat falters at that confession. I break my gaze to watch him instead. We grin at each other in comfortable silence for a while.

''I love you eternally,'' I say.

I glance back at the sun on our fourth revolution.

''She thought the view was pretty, I thought she was prettier,'' he breathes.

''Six years on and you're still just as awkward and romantic as the very first time,'' I muse.

''Aisle altar hymn didn't work for you then?'' He asks teasingly, mocking the age-old marriage joke.

''No. And I hope it never does.'' I kiss him then, halting our conversation for the moment.

Following our reverie in the fair we headed to brunch at a pristine Greek restaurant. He ordered Loukaniko and I Loukoumades. We spoke as effortlessly as we always had done. We'd not had an idyllic marriage but we were far better with each other than without.

Walking back to the car I asked him why he really did all of this.

''It's our anniversary.''

Excuse me?

''No, Noodle, it isn't,'' I answered, laughing at his miscalculation of the date.

''It is. Not our wedding anniversary, our love anniversary. I know that sounds corny as hell but six years ago, on this date, you told me you loved me and I did too. We made love for the first time. It sucked for both of us but it was our  first.''

I'm breathless. There are no words. I stare at him, mouth and eyes agape.

He just laughs and takes my hand in his.

There is nobody that could possibly love more than you and I do.

Did.