It’s been almost eight months since I met you, and I’m so glad I did. You have changed my life so much in that short amount of time.
Eight months ago, I received a message on Facebook from you. What you didn’t know was that your friend had already told my friends you wanted to talk to me, and they, of course, told me. I had been waiting for you to message me all day, and I finally got it while sitting in class. I immediately texted my friends asking how to respond — while trying not to make it obvious I was so happy – and they told me to keep it casual and pretend I hadn’t already looked at your entire Facebook profile.
It took you three days to finally ask for my number, and we went on our first date two days later. I remember racing home from work — you knew I got off at 7:30 p.m., and you wanted to pick me up at 8:20 — running into the shower, and praying I could get ready in less than an hour. When you picked me up at 8:20 on the dot, I remember thinking “he’s cuter than he looks online,” and the rest is history. Since then we have spent every single day together except for one. Only one. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
If I’ve learned anything from this relationship, it’s that time means nothing when it comes to love. We’re 20-years-old, and I’ve only known you for seven and a half months, but in that time you have made my life better than I could have imagined. I don’t know how I managed to go 19 years without you. You’re a part of me, and you’re the best part of me. You bring out my good side, and make me want to be even better. I’m a lot calmer when I’m with you.
Trust me, I know I can be difficult. Sometimes I have mental breakdowns because the dishwasher has to be loaded a certain way. And I know you spent a good six months listening to me gripe and complain about that job I hated. And when you continuously told me to quit, I’d make up some excuse as to why I wanted to stay. I finally quit, though. You’re incessant pestering worked. But I know you’re really just trying to look out for me. And when people don’t treat me right (like that terrible coworker) you defend me and stick up for me. They say patience is a virtue, but without yours, I don’t know what I would do.
All I know is that I love you, and I can’t wait to see where this life will take us. With you by my side, I know that we can conquer the world. Oh, and remember when I ruined our spring break trip by getting a stomach virus and then almost passed out walking through downtown Gatlinburg? You still told me I was pretty and tried to help me the best you could. Thanks for that. You’re pretty great.
