tomorrow, saturday, is the 2 year anniversary of when we met. you reached out to me. you asked me out. i was too busy but something about you made me pause. maybe it was your smile, maybe it was the direct way in which you chose to communicate with me. either way, i was smitten. in the moments since our first meeting, (did i really make my roommate Nuria wash my special jeans the night before, the pair that makes my ass look phenomenal & i can strut better than beyonce can during superbowl halftime show, so i could wear it on our date?! yes. totally.) (did i also spend an inordinate amount of time on IM with her the next morning analyzing every single detail of our date? yes. absolutely.) you arrived after me and i did something that i'd never done before: i didn't make you shake my hand. i don't know why. but we spent 5 hours at that restaurant, i don't remember what we talked about (just kidding, i do. i made you talk about your previous relationships, your favorite singer, i touched your neck, i had two glasses of wine and i tried to have good posture.) and i didn't want the night to ever end.
it's been like that for me ever since. you have held my attention like no other, and um, let's be honest here, there have been others and they were obviously duds. you make me laugh. really hard, so hard that sometimes i chortle unattractively. you put up with my neurosis, of which i have a lot. i roll my eyes at you when you read me snippets from Reddit but in actuality, i like your chatter in the background while i'm
picking my nose cooking or otherwise just sitting there with you. you are a trooper when i need you to help me with my random hobbies, you're always game to make out with me in front of the camera and damnit, you spoil me rotten.
our first year was spent getting to know each other, figuring out what makes us tick individually. there may have been some tiptoeing and being on our best behavior - along with a great deal of "this is too good to be true" mindsets. the 2nd year began with a trip to my motherland, we moved in together officially, and hello, there was that one time i somehow fell head over ass backwards off the bed (thanks a lot dude) and you also learned how to make ramen noodles, the right way, ie, my way. i have learned to not be so close fisted with my anger, and to open my arms to everything life has to offer me, everything you have to offer me and i can accept it without reservation or a grudging heart. i am not afraid to tell you anything, or fear that you'll judge me harshly for my weaknesses, and i am a weak individual and you love me anyway. this 3rd year of Us, a year that will end with us being husband & wife (!!), is just unfolding. i'm cynical enough to know that we will have hard times, this year, and years to come, but i'm secure enough to know that whatever we face, we'll do it together, you'll make me guffaw, i'll say or do something inappropriate and you know what, we'll be just fine.
dw. i am nuts about you. and i am so thankful you're nuts enough to put up with my shit.
adapted from Texanerin Baking.