Life has a funny way of working. In my 23 years of life I have become a firm believer in the fact that everything happens for a reason. Every horrible moment leads to a brighter one. In June of 2014 when I was starting to give up on men completely, I met this really cute boy at work. He was tall, charming, and had the most unbelievable blue eyes. Needless to say I had a really big crush on him, but I wouldn’t admit it to anybody.
A few months later, after learning he had a crush on me too, we went on our first date. It was romantic, and wonderful, and everything I could ever hope for. He brought me a bouquet of sunflowers, he packed my favorite foods in a picnic lunch, and he opened doors for me. I was completely amazed that boys like this exist in real life.
Three weeks later, on the night of September 5, 2014 he asked me to be his girlfriend. We were lying on the couch eating Dominos (as one does) when he popped the question. The pizza in my stomach turned into butterflies. Gigantic pizza butterflies. Of course I said yes. Of course I cried.
Two years later, and so much has happened. We’ve gone zip lining, adventuring, road tripping, we’ve laughed, cried, played, danced, kissed, hugged, tickled, and enjoyed every moment together. It actually amazes me that he has only been in my life for two years, because it feels like I’ve known him my whole life. It’s incredible that after two years he knows what I’m thinking, feeling, and saying better than anyone else. He’s the only one who can make me smile through a panic attack, the only one who can calmly talk me out of my anxiety, and the only one who can make me laugh when all I wanna do is cry.
I really don’t know what I did to get so lucky. I’ve truly found a gem, and I don’t know where I would be without him.