July 28th marked the day I finally told you I like you. August 4th marks the year of us. Through the many roughs and many ups, here we stand. We have a picnic coming up soon, and hopefully I remember to bring sunscreen.
Chocolate covered strawberries will surely be devoured as we feed each other for the most cliche picture op in the entire world. We'll exchange our rings, finally taking off the rusty ring from Burlington we've had for the year. Should we have a new one each year? Maybe not, we'll be broke college students soon.
The picnic basket we got is perfect, and you are perfect. Thank you for helping me improve myself over the year, helping me keep my head high and to get out of my turtle shell. I'm most thankful for you.
I still forgot to buy the heavy cream and penne that I need to make your favorite pasta. It may not taste exactly the same every time, but it tastes amazing every time, like every day with you.
I'll make sure to bring sneakers in case you challenge me to a race around the park, something I secretly hope you do.
In front of me is the card I'll write my promises and vows in that I'll keep for the rest of my life, don't feel bad that my card is waaaay cuter than yours, I know your words will outshine mine.
I'll be wearing that cute floral outfit you got me with my white block heels so as not to trip on the length. Will the photos we take today be my first photo back on Instagram? I hope so.
I could write for the next million centuries, and still my love cannot me captured within those words.