Fourteen

Fourteen years?! Has it really been THAT long?

Technically we met and started seeing each other 14yrs and a few days ago, but he didn’t officially “ask me out” until the 21st…and that is a VERY important detail when you are 16..right?

I much prefer this anniversary, the other one doesn’t seem as exciting..will never have the wow..that long factor? And a piece of paper can’t really beat being asked out by a cute guy with an awesome car ( he knows I was only in it for the car at first )

Fourteen years…I’ve spent nearly half my life with him…and he hasn’t suffocated me in my sleep and hidden my body in the chest freezer (I fit, lets not get into how I know that) if that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.

I find myself wondering often how lucky I was to find him, how random it was that our paths crossed, someone who loves my fat crazy arse for who I am..no matter what..I break.

Love isn’t finding a perfect person. It’s seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

It isn’t that hard for me, apart from his slightly scary PS3 obsession and the fact that he refuses to get my name tattooed on his arse..he is pretty damn perfect.

His parents are celebrating their 38th anniversary this week, his grandparents their 60th this year. I am not sick of him yet, so we might last a few more years

I look forward to growing old, and probably fatter with him..spending Sundays napping in the park.

No presents tho, I am keeping an I.O.U for a certain new phone that is soon to be released

I guess he is pretty noice..come share your noice-ities over here