You came into my life in February.
At the beach, of all places.
Of all my favorite places.
When I was wandering through greyscale
You sparked in front of my face, blinding me
And I realized that maybe even though I wasn't looking
In that moment, meeting you was my reason.
We spent the first five months of knowing each other
Distant and casual and nothing other than friendly.
Being separated by 100 miles isn't so conducive for dating.
I think that made things better.
Enough time to talk.
Enough to realize I could be really interested.
In my humble opinion, we started dating September 4, 2015.
When you took me out for my birthday,
I think our thoughts were running along similar lines;
I want there to be more.
I really wanted that to be a date.
For what we were doing to be a thing we could keep doing
And not because I was lonely or I'd been single too long.
But because in a world where I hadn't dated in two years because I didn't want to
And no one I'd met was worth spending my time on
You appeared and I went, "Oh."
I want to kiss you so badly but I'm so nervous.
In no way do I mind being the one to make plans for us.
I'm a Virgo, it's in my nature
And as long as you keep saying yes, I'm happy.
But it was such a genuinely wonderful surprise to have you come back with ideas.
To me, that doesn't say, "We should carve pumpkins"
It says, "I'm interested in spending more time with you."
And that always makes me smile.
Today I got my nails painted your favorite color.
What am I doing?
Half the time on tumblr these days I'm just looking for quotes to describe how I feel.
About life; about you.
These days, you're in most of the dreams I remember.
All I'm saying is at this point I might be in just on the side of too deep to back out of the water without good reason.
2015