Instead, it's just a day, like any other day, a nothing-day.
I remember we celebrated our "negative one" anniversary, the day that was precisely one year before our planned wedding. He got me flowers and a manicure, both of which completely surprised me. I didn't think it would occur to him, just a predicted anniversary, not a "real" one. I got him a card, which I had thought would surprise him, and we went out to dinner.
Our fifth anniversary would have taken place on Friday the Thirteenth. I thought that was cool, in a silly-gothy sort of way.
I don't really have much to say, just wanted to commemorate the day. The un-anniversary. This is a weird time of year for me. It'll get worse.