Once upon a time, there were two people who met in a park. They'd known each other from a distance before, but hadn't ever really met. In fact, the person that they had known from a distance was somebody that they strongly disliked, each for their own reasons. It was because of a mutual friend that these two ended up at the park and that day was the first time they had ever really talked. The conversation was about transporting wood chips to bury somebody with, but, from that, they began to look past the dislike that they had for each other and start a friendship.
This was a very fast friendship. It didn't take a long time for the two to be comfortable around each other and, about a week and a half after meeting, they were pretty good friends. It was discussed that it felt like they had known each other for a lot longer than just a week and a half, or a month, or a year. At that point it was a fairly obvious that they liked each other, but it wasn't much more than a crush.
One Saturday night, they were hanging out and talking about the stars and how the blood moon was supposed to be a thing that night. One of these people had never been to a lookout point, and so they decided to go there, after grabbing a few blankets to stay warm, to watch the sky do its thing.
That was the most spectacular night to watch the sky. The skies were so clear; not a cloud was in sight. The stars were so bright and they could see all of the constellations that you wouldn't be able to see on an average night. The northern lights were out, over a near by, lit up town, bright and dancing through the sky. Finally, the blood moon was above the mountain, glowing orange. The two of them hadn't ever seen such a beautiful night sky. The rest of the night consisted of laying on the cold, frozen ground, staring up at the sky, pointing out stars to each other, or sitting in the car and watching the northern lights dance.
That night we made wishes on shooting stars. Those were wishes that eventually ended up coming true. Chris hadn't ever seen a shooting star before that night. It was the cutest thing as he watched the stars as intently as he did, trying not to blink and so determined to see one before the night was over.
After that night, it was a silent mutual agreement that that was our spot to go to with each other. Since then, it's been extremely rare that we've ever gone up to Skyline with anyone else. (I'm pretty sure I'm actually the only one of us guilty in this. But it was for a good reason.)
The next day, Chris asked me out for realsies. I said yes. But then drama happened and then we weren't actually dating anymore. But then it was decided that the drama was irrelevant when it came to our relationship, so then we were dating again. That was a frustrating week. But once it was over, we were in a relationship and it was a very timid, afraid to fall in love kind of relationship. We kind of skipped all the pre-relationship dating, and went straight from being friends to being boyfriend and girlfriend. I know that's not really advised, but I'm happy that it happened like that. It never actually felt like it was too fast or rushed or pushy. It felt right.
Since that first day of meeting each other, we've come a long way. We've gone through a surprising amount of deep, life-changing times and challenges and have overcome some tough obstacles together. None of that has ever really shaken our relationship, and honestly, I think that those things have strengthened it greatly.
There is honestly so much that I am thinking about, but not writing down, to tell you about this relationship. I could tell you about how Chris was smooth as heck and walked me into a ditch so that he'd have an excuse to hold my hand. Or how he bought me a ukulele because mine was broken. Or about the first time he met my family and the conversation we had afterwards about his interrogation from my disapproving big brother. Or about the first time we said "I love you", or when I met his family for the first time, or getting my first New Years kiss. But there is too much and that would require me to begin writing a book because. That's a lot of things to write down. And also, those are my things and I don't know if I want to share them all with you anyway.
Really though, when I get down to it, it's the little things that make this relationship with Chris as amazing as it is. I couldn't have dreamed that I'd find somebody who treats me as gently, as kindly, and as lovingly as he does. And it's not in nice dates, or fancy trips to the symphony. It's in him remembering my favorite color and giving me the little green coffee cup when I'm at his house for coffee; it's in him kissing my hand; it's in his smile when he tells me I'm weird or when we start joking about something stupid; it's in him hugging me tight and telling me that he loves me "soooooo muc." It's in him learning how to waltz with me; its in the way he rubs my back when I'm sad; it's in the way he teases; it's in the way he slow dances with me in the middle of Walmart; it's in the way he says the mushiest, sappiest things, just because that's exactly how he feels; it's in the way he texts me out of nowhere just to say that he was thinking about me at work and that he loves me; it's in the way he nudges me to make decisions. It's in the way he tries to get me to laugh; its in the way he laughs at me; it's in the way he gets excited to show me something or to tell me about something; it's in the way he listens to all the things I have to say, whether they're opinions, or sad things, or happy things, or stupid things; it's in the way he stays up all night with me if sad/bad things are going down; it's in his the stern, concerned voice; it's in his encouragement and nudging to do what makes me happy. Its in his eyes when he looks at me, and in his hands when he holds mine, and in his arms when they're wrapped around me. It's in the eskimo kisses and the close talking and the silly, ridiculous faces and jokes. It's in the way he started keeping up with the astrological forecasts so that we could go watch the stars together; it's in the way he argues with me; it's in the way he tackle hugs me. It's in the serious talks and the Friday nights we've spent up, watching movies and drawing on each other and talking.
While the big things are gestures are always important, it is all of the little things that he does with me and the little ways he is considerate and loving and caring, that really make this relationship what it is. It is because of those little things that I love him as much as I do and I can see how much he loves me. This man does so much for me and just takes care of me because I can't take care of myself sometimes. He's the one who has boosted my self-confidence and self-worth, he's the one who made me believe in love again, and he's the one who holds my heart and will have it for as long as he wants it.
Yesterday (the 17th) marked six months. Honestly it seems like so much longer than just that short amount of time. Just days after meeting him, I felt as if I'd known him my entire life. He is closer to me than anyone else has ever been and has broken through barriers that nobody else had a prayer of being able to do. There's something incredibly special in somebody knowing the worst things about you, and seeing you at the lowest you have ever been, and loving you still. That's something I honestly expected to never find. But I'm sure as hell happy that I did.
I have loved him more than I have ever loved a person, and in so many ways and for so many things. He's my boyfriend, my confidante, my go-to-man, my Eagle 2, and my best friend. God only knows what I'd be without him.
Christopher, I love you. So much. Happy six months, babe. ♡ I'm happy we don't hate each other any more.
This was a very fast friendship. It didn't take a long time for the two to be comfortable around each other and, about a week and a half after meeting, they were pretty good friends. It was discussed that it felt like they had known each other for a lot longer than just a week and a half, or a month, or a year. At that point it was a fairly obvious that they liked each other, but it wasn't much more than a crush.
One Saturday night, they were hanging out and talking about the stars and how the blood moon was supposed to be a thing that night. One of these people had never been to a lookout point, and so they decided to go there, after grabbing a few blankets to stay warm, to watch the sky do its thing.
That was the most spectacular night to watch the sky. The skies were so clear; not a cloud was in sight. The stars were so bright and they could see all of the constellations that you wouldn't be able to see on an average night. The northern lights were out, over a near by, lit up town, bright and dancing through the sky. Finally, the blood moon was above the mountain, glowing orange. The two of them hadn't ever seen such a beautiful night sky. The rest of the night consisted of laying on the cold, frozen ground, staring up at the sky, pointing out stars to each other, or sitting in the car and watching the northern lights dance.
That night we made wishes on shooting stars. Those were wishes that eventually ended up coming true. Chris hadn't ever seen a shooting star before that night. It was the cutest thing as he watched the stars as intently as he did, trying not to blink and so determined to see one before the night was over.
After that night, it was a silent mutual agreement that that was our spot to go to with each other. Since then, it's been extremely rare that we've ever gone up to Skyline with anyone else. (I'm pretty sure I'm actually the only one of us guilty in this. But it was for a good reason.)
The next day, Chris asked me out for realsies. I said yes. But then drama happened and then we weren't actually dating anymore. But then it was decided that the drama was irrelevant when it came to our relationship, so then we were dating again. That was a frustrating week. But once it was over, we were in a relationship and it was a very timid, afraid to fall in love kind of relationship. We kind of skipped all the pre-relationship dating, and went straight from being friends to being boyfriend and girlfriend. I know that's not really advised, but I'm happy that it happened like that. It never actually felt like it was too fast or rushed or pushy. It felt right.
Since that first day of meeting each other, we've come a long way. We've gone through a surprising amount of deep, life-changing times and challenges and have overcome some tough obstacles together. None of that has ever really shaken our relationship, and honestly, I think that those things have strengthened it greatly.
There is honestly so much that I am thinking about, but not writing down, to tell you about this relationship. I could tell you about how Chris was smooth as heck and walked me into a ditch so that he'd have an excuse to hold my hand. Or how he bought me a ukulele because mine was broken. Or about the first time he met my family and the conversation we had afterwards about his interrogation from my disapproving big brother. Or about the first time we said "I love you", or when I met his family for the first time, or getting my first New Years kiss. But there is too much and that would require me to begin writing a book because. That's a lot of things to write down. And also, those are my things and I don't know if I want to share them all with you anyway.
Really though, when I get down to it, it's the little things that make this relationship with Chris as amazing as it is. I couldn't have dreamed that I'd find somebody who treats me as gently, as kindly, and as lovingly as he does. And it's not in nice dates, or fancy trips to the symphony. It's in him remembering my favorite color and giving me the little green coffee cup when I'm at his house for coffee; it's in him kissing my hand; it's in his smile when he tells me I'm weird or when we start joking about something stupid; it's in him hugging me tight and telling me that he loves me "soooooo muc." It's in him learning how to waltz with me; its in the way he rubs my back when I'm sad; it's in the way he teases; it's in the way he slow dances with me in the middle of Walmart; it's in the way he says the mushiest, sappiest things, just because that's exactly how he feels; it's in the way he texts me out of nowhere just to say that he was thinking about me at work and that he loves me; it's in the way he nudges me to make decisions. It's in the way he tries to get me to laugh; its in the way he laughs at me; it's in the way he gets excited to show me something or to tell me about something; it's in the way he listens to all the things I have to say, whether they're opinions, or sad things, or happy things, or stupid things; it's in the way he stays up all night with me if sad/bad things are going down; it's in his the stern, concerned voice; it's in his encouragement and nudging to do what makes me happy. Its in his eyes when he looks at me, and in his hands when he holds mine, and in his arms when they're wrapped around me. It's in the eskimo kisses and the close talking and the silly, ridiculous faces and jokes. It's in the way he started keeping up with the astrological forecasts so that we could go watch the stars together; it's in the way he argues with me; it's in the way he tackle hugs me. It's in the serious talks and the Friday nights we've spent up, watching movies and drawing on each other and talking.
While the big things are gestures are always important, it is all of the little things that he does with me and the little ways he is considerate and loving and caring, that really make this relationship what it is. It is because of those little things that I love him as much as I do and I can see how much he loves me. This man does so much for me and just takes care of me because I can't take care of myself sometimes. He's the one who has boosted my self-confidence and self-worth, he's the one who made me believe in love again, and he's the one who holds my heart and will have it for as long as he wants it.
Yesterday (the 17th) marked six months. Honestly it seems like so much longer than just that short amount of time. Just days after meeting him, I felt as if I'd known him my entire life. He is closer to me than anyone else has ever been and has broken through barriers that nobody else had a prayer of being able to do. There's something incredibly special in somebody knowing the worst things about you, and seeing you at the lowest you have ever been, and loving you still. That's something I honestly expected to never find. But I'm sure as hell happy that I did.
I have loved him more than I have ever loved a person, and in so many ways and for so many things. He's my boyfriend, my confidante, my go-to-man, my Eagle 2, and my best friend. God only knows what I'd be without him.
Christopher, I love you. So much. Happy six months, babe. ♡ I'm happy we don't hate each other any more.
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