Warning: This post might get a little sappy.
I’m not a mushy, super emotional person. For example, my first boyfriend (we were 16ish) told me he loved me early into the relationship and I told him he couldn’t say that. What can I say, I’m a ginger, I have no soul.
Flash forward to a few years and boyfriends later, I meet Carl. That poor young freshman that I DDed to his first fraternity party. I stood next to him at his first USC football game in the student section and listened to him tell me all sorts of sports stories, even repeating a few during the course of the game.
Months later someone would tell me I should date him and I replied with a firm and confident, “No. I will never date Carl. Why would you think I would want to date Carl?” Less than six months later I found myself dating Carl.
Then on May 10, 2014, I promised to love and cherish him for the rest of my life.
Sometimes it’s worth eating your words and doing what you said you’d never do. This past year has had its fair share of ups and downs, but every day I somehow find the love in my heart for Carl grow. If I were to put into words just how much I love him, every person that read it would vomit from just how disgustingly sweet it was. A lifetime with him will never be enough time, even with our goal of being married 100 years.
Carl, with one year down and 99+ more to go, I look forward to spending every day showing you just how much I love you. Nothing makes me happier than exploring everything life has to offer with you. I love you boo bear! (I know you’re gonna snoop on this post eventually, so I might as well write you a message. :))
P.S. He still repeats his sports stories (and many other stories) to me all the time.