Happy Anniversary, Baby.

Dear Love of My Life,

Yup.  It has been seven years.  Seems so long ago, yet just yesterday when I was moving into that dorm room down the hall from that tall blonde boy with the ponytail.  (Yes, world, he had a ponytail.)

You know what I loved about you?  Everything.  Well, after the ponytail.  I didn’t love that.  And the handlebar mustache period.  Everything else, though, I loved.  I swear.

Incidentally, I could never seem to quit you.  I’d date other people or even live on a different continent, but you… Seeing you always felt like coming home.  It didn’t even matter the circumstances, I just wanted to exist together. Read the rest of this entry »

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