A year and a half ago, I met my best friend.

It was weird because I'd known this guy for the past three years. Yeah, I'll admit I thought he was hot, but I didn't know him too well and he didn't know me, either. He was just another face in the crowd.

It was just another night of me and my friends going out and me (secretly) wishing I was in bed reading a good book or, better yet, sleeping. I was bored out of my mind. It was the beginning of senior year and, while I was excited for it to begin, I was also getting sick of doing the same things every weekend with the same people.

Then, I met Zach.

I guess he could sense my boredom (it wasn't hard to spot), and he decided to make my night better. He started dancing with me, grabbing my arms and spinning me around. Sounds cliche, I know. I laughed, and for the first time that night, it was genuine. I wanted to be there.

Fast forward a year and a half, and I'm still dancing with the same boy.

I could never imagine in my wildest dreams having someone love and appreciate me the way he does. I never knew so much happiness could stem from one person. My message to whoever is reading this: if you find a love like this, hold on to it.

A year and a half of nights spent binge watching any and every show while simultaneously attempting to cook meals at 1 A.M.

A year and a half of laughing.

A year and a half of road trips and beach trips.

A year and a half of laughing until our stomachs hurt.

But most of all, a year and a half of loving you. Thanks for loving me more than I could ever imagine. Happy year and a half to my other half.