I have always said you never truly know someone until you live with them.

I said that to someone once, and I think they were offended. It's true though – a person is under a microscope in their own home. They are the most true form of their self. They are undeniably them, whether that is good or bad. They can't help it.

I know, for myself, I walk in my front door, and my entire demeanor changes. My walls come down, and I feel better.

Everything changes when you live with your SO. You learn their habits. How they like their coffee, when they call it a night, how they eat their eggs, and just who they are.

Let me say, it is not easy living with someone. I know there is a fairy tale about growing up, falling in love, and being whisked away by your soulmate.

It is not always rainbows and butterflies, and there will be hard times. It is never a question of if, but when.

My bf sometimes leaves his dish on the edge of the sink, or I find an article of clothing two centimeters away from the basket.

He snores, and he plays his xbox with a headset on, which means he can't hear how loud he's yelling. He likes the outdoor channel, and he is always pushing me to eat better.

These are just a few of the tiny things I learned about him when we moved in together, in a very small efficiency apartment. I also learned some big things. Like:

Sometimes it's best there is no other room to go to.

Remember how I said it's not always rainbows and butterflies? I wasn't kidding. You are going to fight. We fought like cats and dogs sometimes. We had a little balcony, and a bathroom. That's it. That's where I could go. If I was upset, or mad, or just didn't feel like being in the same room as him (it happens).

I mean, half the time, I was just being dramatic – let's be honest. Looking back, now that we have upgraded to a one bedroom, not having a place to run to really forces you to work stuff out. I know that one bedroom seems small too, but if you have ever lived in an efficiency, you'll understand.

When we fought in that little apartment, we were forced to talk. Do you know how hard it is to sit in the same room mad at each other, by yourselves? It's pretty difficult. We had to face our problems head on, and being that close to someone really forms a very tight bond.

You don't need the space.

You know that expression "we need some space"? Well, it's a crock of crap. It's not true. You don't need space. I mean this in the literal, and figurative sense. Would I love to live in a mansion, sure! Will I? Probably not. Because one, I do not want to clean a mansion, and two, I do not need nor have enough stuff to fill a mansion.

I think It is so funny, because we started out in a tiny apartment, and I loved that place. I got to live with my best friend.

I'm not gonna sit here, and pretend like I don't love our new place, but I got to start small with him. I got to see hard times, and when we wondered how rent would be paid, and we made young, dumb, and broke decisions sometimes. I lived off mac and cheese for a while (mainly because I just love it).

I wish people knew the space you have does not define your character. You can have a nice car, and a nice house, and that's great! However, the bigger you live, the more you spend. Living small, is not a bad thing. Sure, we have more space now, but we also have more bills.

I guess what I mean is, don't forgot about your young, dumb, and broke times.

Privacy isn't a thing.

You can't live in a small space, and have privacy. I'm on the phone, and he's like "Who's that," and vice versa. It's not because he doesn't trust me, or I don't trust him, it's because you're almost always together. You get to hear the 411 on everything.

I know this sounds dumb, but do you know how awesome it is to forget where your phone is because you trust the person your with so much that you don't care where your phone's at?

I know people who can't put their phone down. I know people who go through their SO's phone on the daily, because trust isn't there. That is their business, but I can't tell you how much of a relief it is to truly have nothing to hide.

I don't keep things from him. He is both my boyfriend and best friend. We have our own business, but I never worried/worry if there is something on my phone that would break his trust, or that he would "find," and I never wondered/wonder If there's something on his phone that would hurt me, either.

You know, I didn't mean for this to turn into a great big testimonial about living in a little apartment. I just can't express enough how it's not about where you are, it's about who you're with.

It's about the times you just lay in bed, and do nothing. It's about dancing in the kitchen while cooking, or sitting on the balcony listening to his favorite songs, and realizing that they're yours too.

It's about knowing when to say you're wrong, and knowing how to say "I'm sorry." It's about trust, love and communication. It's about ya'll. It's about figuring out you found the man God made for you. It's about falling in love every single day, whether you're in that mansion, or a cardboard box.

I wouldn't trade that time in that little bitty apartment for the world. I know we argued, and we had some bad days. But, man we had a lot of incredible days.