Today's my monthiversary

[serene]

Forty-six months ago today, I met cute-poet-chick for our first "real date". I wrote in my journal about wanting to kiss her. I rearranged myself on several sofas before she showed up so that my red dress would look its best against whichever one I sat on. I was so excited. Aliens abducted us and we talked for three hours that felt like ten minutes. Within a month, we were effectively living together. Within six weeks, I'd moved in.

I love her so much. Always. Wish I could make every single moment of her life happy and peaceful.