to t, love c
Tyler and I have been dating for five years today. We met through a mutual friend, talked via myspace (holla!), I texted him first, he asked me on a date. We ate french fries at a diner on my lunch hour in grade 11 (Tyler was already finished highschool), and had such a good time talking and walking around that I didn't go back to school that day. I was nervous at the first movies we went to together, I bumped my hand into his hoping he'd hold it. Now I've squeezed that hand without restraint through countless horror movies, anxious fits, several tattoos and planes taking off.
On new years eve five years ago we kissed, my first ever new years kiss; I was sixteen and infatuated with the boy who'd been kicked in the face minutes before showing up that night (by a drunken douche bro) but had no intention of going home early. Instead, he was there to see me, even through a swollen eye.
We've traveled together, first to different provinces, then countries, then continents.
Tyler, you've watched and helped me mature into the person I am. We've grown up together, but slowly, it never felt rushed or pressured. I felt sixteen with you, and now I feel twenty-two with you. And even if our candy intake has only slightly decreased, I know we've come a long way.
Thank you for everything you've done and continue to do for me.
I love you everyday.
I love you in every season.
Happy five years, t.