It's funny how we remember dates. A date you always remember is the day you started dating that special someone. Another day very typically remembered is the day you loose the big V. I don't know why we make a big deal out of it, but many times we do. And it sucks. It sucks that some numbers arranged in a certain way are suddenly so important, so dear to you.
For me, it was the number 26.
And now, thanks to you, for her too.