Dear Boy,
You know who you are. I never thought you actually existed, until you stumbled upon me in a frat basement.
Thank you for the nights we danced around the kitchen, listening to music and making breakfast. For the nights we watched almost every movie on Netflix, just so you could hold me tight. For the nights you took my hand, dragged me into the middle of the dance floor, and made me feel like the only girl in the room.
Having someone who encourages me to do my homework, cheers me on to eat that extra slice of pizza, and makes me laugh so hard that my stomach hurts is so much better, than the cliche dating fairy-tale. I live for the nights we chug beer, eat Ben & Jerry's, and play video games.
Thank you for respecting me as a person and friend, not just as a girlfriend. For showing me that I am worth so much more than what I give myself credit for. Thank you for spoiling me when I least expect it. And most importantly, thank you for supporting me no matter what.
You broke down my walls and you let me break down yours. You wiped away tears by making me laugh and made me laugh so hard, I cried. You are understanding and accepting, even when I don't deserve it. You love me for me, knowing my imperfections and quirks.
Maybe you didn't rescue me from a tower or fight a dragon, but I think exploring cities and trying new foods sounds a lot cooler.
Stay golden,
The girl who needed a fairy-tale