|Remember, this was taken in 1996. We look soooo much younger then!|
Our first somewhat date was a run to the mall between classes. It wasn't the most romantic date since we were kind of rushed. You were so distracted that you kept forgetting to stop at red lights and kept sitting through green ones. Isn't it weird what love can do?
Our first actual date involved you coming down with the stomach flu, mid-date. It only seemed appropriate then that our romantic 15 year anniversary weekend was postponed due to the same from you and K-.
I wasn't the easiest nut to crack and bless you, I have no idea of why you hung out. I had dated a few guys, was more than burned by both and definitely wasn't that fluffy, starry eyed girl that most guys look for. I figured that I'd spill it, give you the low-down and if you wanted to stay, that was up to you. I wasn't in for investing time with someone who had other weird intentions.
For 18 years.
Thanks for putting up with me, my quirks and hanging out with me regardless to the fact that I still turn left when you tell me to go right. (Directional dyslexia if there is such a thing.) "Your right or my right?" You still follow along right next to me, even if we do have to take a detour along the way to get back.
I love you.