It was a year ago, almost to this minute.
It was the culmination of a dizzying weekend. You found out how I felt about you, and I found out how you felt about me. Suddenly, everything shifted into focus.
From Thursday night, snuggled up on the couch and surrounded by our friends, until that moment on Sunday afternoon, when we kissed for the first time (after I nervously asked “May I…”), I felt as if the entire weight of the world was lifted away from me.
That was the day I stopped drifting aimlessly. That was the day I made contact with something real and solid and worthwhile.
Since that day, we’ve gone through a lot of ups and downs. Long separations and too-short weekends. Talking on the phone late at night until we couldn’t keep our eyes open. Counting down the days between the time you decided to until you finally packed up and moved here so we could be together always.
One year ago, the most wonderful year of my life to date officially began. And I’m looking forward to sharing all the rest of my years with you, from now until the end of time.
Always and forever, I love you.
Happy anniversary.