My Wife And I -shipwrecked On A Desert Island -... |link| Review

And that’s how we survived. We didn't survive as explorers; we survived as a team. We argued over the best way to trap rainwater. We shared stories we’d already told a thousand times just to keep the silence at bay. I watched her skin darken and her hair mat with salt, and I’d never seen her look more formidable.

That was seven years ago. We still argue about dishes sometimes. But whenever one of us starts to spiral over something small, the other says, “Remember the island.” And we stop. We remember the taste of coconut milk. The sound of waves at midnight. The way two people who thought they knew each other discovered they knew nothing at all—and built something better from scratch. My Wife and I -Shipwrecked on a Desert Island -...

We kept a "calendar" by marking a piece of driftwood to keep track of time. And that’s how we survived