Fourty-two

@ Doshia's 17th Birthday

Love doesn’t need to be perfect, it just needs to be true.

Okay. That might not be the best picture for us, but I recently realized that we don't have many pictures together. It might be because I don't like having my picture taken, and he doesn't too. I guess it's something we can agree on.

Now, fourty-two months is quite a long time for any couple in a relationship. If I recall, I was just about fifteen then. He was about sixteen or so. We were young, just two kids in love who didn't know how demanding a committed relationship was. We didn't care then, so we had to learn the hard way. In those years we've been together, there were too many ups and downs in our relationships. The rush of reality was so overwhelming. Lies, insecurities, jealousy and even the point of obsession were thrown at us far too many times. It seemed like an endless battle, but I knew deep down. . It was all going to be fine. I just hadn't realized it until a few fights ago. I had a comrade who will never abandon me in the middle of a mission.

"The toughest steel is forged in the hottest fire”

We are stronger now. I want to believe that we can overcome more obstacles together. As long as we talk it out and do it together. We just had to learn our lesson and grow. It's insane, how we managed through all that. I know we're still young, even after spending almost four years as a couple. I know nothing is written in stone, but I still hope for the best. Despite all the bad times, I believe that the good times weigh more. It's where everything is so bright, warm and safe.

 YOU CAN SKIP THE NEXT PARAGRAPH OF LOVEYDOVEY-NESS 

{ I love you, and I love the way you love me. I love the way you hold my hand when we're crossing the road. I love the way you try so hard to cheer me up when I'm down and crying. I love the way you make me smile when you run the moment you see me. I love the way you laugh, and the way you smile so wide. I love the way you sing softly when you call to say good night. I love the way you listen to rambling and not judge me for what I've done. I love the way you tease me with your silly nicknames that gross me out. I love the way you tickle me, and stop immediately when I say so. I love the way you attempt a cheesy pick up line and fail miserably. I love you, and words are never enough. I don't know how you can love someone as crazy as me when all I do is hurt you over and over. I love you for all that you are, all that you have been and all that you will be. }

We may not be together in the end. We may not even last another day together.
I'm glad to say that you were my first love.
If God wills it, I pray that you'll be my last as well.

Happy 42th Monthsary.

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To GATB:
Excuse my cheesy post. Today's the 19th. I felt the urge to type this down.