The first time I saw him, I thought he was so cute.
The next time I saw him, we sang a duet.
He was funny and talented, and I knew I wanted to get to know him better.
(and kiss him)
I knew he was The One after a few weeks
(my friends knew sooner).
Over the next four years, we became close, and endured living apart, the hardest thing we thought we’d ever have to do.
The four years since have been unimaginable.
I never could have survived without him.
I wouldn’t have wanted to.
Our life is not how we imagined it would be, except
I imagined him, and he is with me.
I know as long as he is here to hold my hand or sing a duet, I will be okay.
He is my strength, my better half, and my best friend
(I like the kisses, too).
I am so lucky.
Happy Anniversary to us.