Sorry to spam your dashes with a sappy romantic post guys, but it’s a a special occasion. Today (leap day!) marks four years with the love of my life. I think it’s kind of cool that we’re a leap year couple - we met in November 2007 and made things “official” Friday, February 29, 2008 - four years ago today. We were babies. We basically grew up together.
This guy can start a conversation with anybody about anything. Honest. It’s probably one of the things I love most about him. He’s just genuinely fascinated by what people have to say. He also sings in the shower, and he’s not bad. He gets rap songs stuck in my head. He’s not afraid to work those hips on the dance floor. And sometimes he picks me up and spins me around when we meet after a long time apart. He’s equal parts brainy and goofy; a little bit of a bro but more of a history nerd deep down; he can talk your ear off about the Safavid dynasty one minute and then shotgun a beer or light up a blunt the next. It’s pretty endearing, actually.
I can’t imagine my life without Alex. He’s helped me through some of the worst shit I’ve had to deal with in my entire life, and he’s still there for me every single day without complaint. Sometimes he drives me crazy, sure, but he also saved my life. He dropped everything for me when no one else would. He sang me a cappella Coldplay songs when I was depressed. He drove 500 miles round trip every weekend for five months to see me and take care of me. Then he moved to Seattle for me. You can’t really ask for much more than that.
There’s nothing I can say that could come close to capturing how I feel about this guy, except that I love him more than I ever thought possible. Thank you for making me feel beautiful and loved at a time in my life when I needed it most. I can’t wait for our future together. Happy anniversary, baby. I love you always.
I finally started watching Parks and Recreation from the beginning. It was a very good decision.
Harry Potter is the Gretchen Wieners of the Oscars.