Nine years,
two provinces,
one very patient dog.
A misread WhatsApp
Ryan meant to invite someone else to a braai. Liezl arrived anyway, with a salad nobody ate, and stayed until two in the morning discussing rugby and the meaning of life.
Eighteen months of long distance
Cape Town to Joburg, a shared spreadsheet of flight prices, and one lockdown that turned three weeks apart into seven months.
A flat, a fig tree, and Biscuit
We moved in together, adopted a deeply unbothered staffie, and learned that neither of us can be trusted with a houseplant.
He asked. She had already said yes.
On a mountain path at the end of a bright, freezing afternoon, with a flask of coffee that had gone stone cold in the car. We drove past The Stone Cellar on the way home and booked it that week.