21
No, not that i’m turning 21, but rather a celebration of our 21 months together.
Feels like forever since we got together, but sometimes, it feels like it was yesterday. I agree that there are days where i just can’t get enough of him, and there are days where he really ticks me off, and I just want to crawl into this hole and never leave. But the journey to what we’ve turned out to be now has never been smooth. We had our share of small arguments that turn into blowouts, but we’ve also shared some pretty sick sentimental moments that just give me the butterflies.
Over the months, we’ve got to know more of each other, we’ve embraced the best (and the worst) of our characters, and more importantly, we’ve grown to love each other inspite of our flaws. And to me that seems like the best part. That I can show my most vulnerable side to him and he still takes it in like a breath of fresh air, like it’s no big deal that I’m not this whole other person that people perceive me to be. And it’s so comforting to know that.
And a million times yes, I will raise my glass in celebration of our happiness and love (: I’d pick you over a basket of strawberries anytime.
*sha
Two Individuals. One Love.
