Today, I have loved you for 555 days.
I am sorry, it took me a while to figure that out. But yes. I have loved you since Summer of 2013. That was our birthday.
That was after we walked hand in hand by the beach in a moonlit sky. When we sat on a big rock looking at the horizon, hearing only our voices and the serene brutality of the ocean at night.
That was after we laughed at my craziness because I was so scared I won’t let go of your hand. That was after we ate dirty left overs and felt sorry we didn’t eat on time. That was after we slept together in a small tent and we just slept. That’s when I knew I can trust you.
Hun asked me a question yesterday and I didn’t know the answer. So I was going home yesterday and thought about it. This is still not the answer to his question because he was asking me when did we become official. And gosh, who knew?
I’m not sentimental–I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,
is that the sentimental person thinks things will last–the romantic
person has a desperate confidence that they won’t.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise