Our story

Six autumns ago…

We met on a rainy Tuesday in a small bookshop off Grant Avenue. Matthew was looking for a copy of Neruda; Sonia had the last one. We shared it over coffee that turned into supper, and supper into a walk that lasted until the streetlamps came on.

Six autumns later, in the same bookshop, he asked. She said yes before he finished the sentence. We'd love for you to be there when we say it out loud.