So today marks being my together with this lovely boy for one whole year. 

Our story started six years ago, when we were just around fifteen, and very, very stupid. Through illness, drugs, distance, alcohol, and everything in between, here we are. We have never fought, we have never yelled at each other…. We are happy. 

I love you, Zach. I love that you don’t complain about me being too ill to see you as often as you’d like, that you put up with my manic moods and spontaneously showing up outside of your house. That you never complain about all of my emotional baggage and just hold me while I cry until you finally make me smile again. You put up with my expensive taste in food and how picky I am. You don’t make fun of my fleeting obsessions, or huge dreams. You put up with so much.

Most of all, you said that even if I was bedridden for the rest of my life, you would marry me and support me anyways. 

I very much look forward to marrying you in a few years, but while the destination is wonderful, I’m quite enjoying the journey. 

(And yes, I know people reading this are thinking we will break up and never end up getting married, but they do not know us or our relationship. We will succeed, even my three year old nephew agrees.)

Jun 17th • Tagged: me boyfriend iamluciafer i love you :) personal • 9 notes