I met you after ringing in the new year, 2006. Months and months later, we went out to dinner, you paid. That was almost 5 years ago. First kiss, 4 years + 2 months ago. First date, 3 years + 7 months ago. Good times, then bad: hit bumps, ditches, made some wrong turns. You let me back in, days after 2008 arrived. Three years later, here we are. It’s hard to keep track of all the dates, the breakups and makeups. You’ve loved me despite hundreds of miles of distance, despite my stubbornness and my meltdowns, despite everything that makes me flawed. We’ve been through so much, it’s been a long journey full of so many ups and downs.
But you still make me melt every time you call me babe.
But you still manage to make my adrenaline burst like it did back at day one.
And I still want to squeeze you every time I see you smile.
Has it been 2, 3, 5 years? It doesn’t matter.
All that matters right now is the next moment I’ll spend with you.
I love you so much.
Thank you for being so wonderful to me.