To My Peep,

You, of all people, know that I am not particularly good at expressing my feelings. That's partially because it's glaringly obvious; mostly, though, it's because you know everything about me. I don't even need to tell you how I feel anymore. You take one look at me, and you know.

But this time, I do need to tell you. There are things that I have kept from you - but don't get the wrong idea. These are not bad things. These are my thoughts, and my feelings; and I have only kept them from you in fear that it was too soon. That you weren't sure, or maybe I wasn't sure. That we were still in the honeymoon phase. I had all kinds of reasons for not opening up to you, but I'm beginning to realize that none of them matter. Because life is short, and I just have things I need to tell you.

Six months ago today, you asked me to be your girlfriend. I have to admit, I was a little bit surprised because our first date was, well, less than perfect. That night, our first date - well, I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my entire life when I picked you up. I didn't know what to expect. Before I knew it, though, you were in my passenger seat and my heart was bursting out of my chest. We sat in my car, eating McDonald's, talking for hours on end, and sharing our favorite music with one another. It was all very romantic, and our connection was instant. Unfortunately, one connection wasn't so strong - the connection between my car and its battery. Remember how we spent the rest of the night freezing to death in my backseat, with the one blanket I'd happened to bring along? Yeah, that sucked. Especially when you (and the beginning stages of hypothermia) convinced me to call the police to bring us home.

In the wake of it all, I was just happy that I got to hold onto you for warmth.

So I guess, in the end, maybe our first date was perfect, after all.

The feeling that I got that night - holding onto you, feeling warm and safe despite the circumstances - that's a feeling that came quickly, and has not left me since. You are my warmth in a subzero backseat. You are my comfort. No matter where we happen to be, I am always home when I'm with you.

But let me not get ahead of myself. After that first date, you asked me to be your girlfriend a couple of times before I finally gave in. It's true that I did let you kiss me on our first date, but for the most part, I wanted to take things slowly. I had a good feeling about you, so I wanted to do things the right way.

But, God. I could not resist that smile, and I still can't.

It wasn't just your smile, though. In all my life, I have never felt such an instantaneous and powerful pull towards another human being. You made me laugh and took my breath away all at once. I think that, even then, I knew you were special. I knew we'd be different. So, six months ago today, I said yes. And not once have I regretted that decision.

I wish I could pinpoint the exact moment that I fell in love with you. I remember that you said "I love you," long before I finally did, but I felt it long before I told you. The truth is, there wasn't a single moment that made me fall in love with you. It was a compilation of a million little moments. Somewhere in between the joy of our constant laughs, the security in our long hugs, the vulnerability in our deep conversations, and the romance in our gentle kisses - those moments were when I realized not only that I was fully, uncontrollably, and deeply in love with you, but also that you are my last.

You see, there were those that came before you. It took me a long time to find you. God takes his time when it comes to blessings, though, and the last six months have shown me that you, Paris, are my greatest blessing, So I'm glad that I waited for you. And I'm glad that my past loves didn't work out, because those heartbreaks only paved the road I needed to take to eventually get to you.

While you may not have been the first, I am positive that you will be my last.

I could fill a thousand pages listing everything that makes me so sure that you and I were meant to find each other - and a thousand more listing all the things I adore about you. But I don't have a thousand pages, and even if I did, I know your attention span would short-circuit around page 8. So, I'll cut straight to what's most important.

There has never been a single instance where I have doubted your love for me.

There has never been a single instance where I have doubted my love for you.

And, while life hasn't always been easy for the two of us, loving you has always been easy. There is nobody else I would rather have annoying me, watching movies and stupid videos with me, eating way too much food with me, travelling to different cities with me, and experiencing life with me. There is nobody else that I would rather love, and I will be by your side forever if you let me.

Boy, am I ugly when I'm asleep.

So, today, let's celebrate the six months we've spent together. Let's celebrate our love. Let's go spend $30.00 at KFC and eat everything by ourselves in one sitting. Let's go to SkyZone and bust our knees and shoulders, again. I want to do anything and everything with you. I want to do life with you and that's all I can really say.

Happy six months, babe.

Love always,

Your Booc