This guy. This guy right here. He deals with me. His farts are absolutely disgusting. He likes to bother me. He chews with his mouth open. His feet are always cold. He has to have the TV on in order to fall asleep. His single strides are at least three of my steps. He lets the alarm keep going even though its three hours past the time it was originally set. He has gaming-rage-itis. By the way, he plays way too many games, in my opinion. He has a ridiculous appetite. He is a complete wuss when he’s sick. All of this and he’s still the absolute greatest gift I could ever receive. Listen to the greatest (average-est) love story ever.Mark it. The date is December 21, 2011.
A friend, let’s name him Louis, was in town for Christmas break. I decided to hang out with him and a few of his friends because it had been a while since we had seen each other and I wanted to catch up.
We all met up at a Starbucks, not to drink anything but as a common meeting place, and started to discuss what to do. It was me, Louis, and four others. Of the four, three faces I recognized– two I’d seen in passing at school, and I was previously introduced to the third. The fourth was unfamiliar. Figured he was one of Louis’s college mates.
So we were all sitting about throwing ideas around. (Here’s the thing about living in this small town. There’s close to nothing for entertainment in this area which leaves people to get creative in passing the time. Wanna hang out with someone but have no money? Go to Walmart. Bored? Go to Walmart. Binge-watched literally anything and everything on Netflix and now need to reevaluate your life? Go to Walmart.) We decided to go to ol’ reliable Walmart.
Before we had left, I had made sure to familiarize myself with everyone and learned Mr. Unknown was Josh.
We all set off to Walmart. After a short while, no more than maybe thirty minutes, we decided Walmart really isn’t that grand. We, yet again, brainstormed what our possibilities were.
Everyone decided to go to Josh’s house. I had no idea who this person was or what kind of creepy life he held, but sure, why not. I mean if I die, let’s hope it was an interesting death? hashtag yolo swag?
I’m just kidding. The group with which I was hanging out were all pretty chill people. Surely, if there was any type of uneasiness, I would have left them. But there wasn’t. And I didn’t leave.
At Josh’s house, we all had a really good time. I ended up getting to know Josh a little bit better. Turns out he wasn’t in college, and we’re about the same age. We ended up adding each other on Facebook (oh, Facebook) and kept talking every day after that.
We didn’t officially start dating until about a month later. Since December 21st, I haven’t gone a single day without talking to this man. He makes me better. He makes me smile. He fills my heart with love and joy.
We can be silly together.
We bug each other all the time.
We are always making fun of each other.
No one knows me like he does.
When you find someone that loves you for YOU, even with the mood swings, impulsive behavior, shoe/clothes/purse obsession, anxiety, endless pen collections, acne, bad hair days, dirty clothes, dirty dishes, constant HIMYM reruns, bottomless Steam games, and all the other unlisted flaws, those blemishes become smaller and smaller. I fell in love with him knowing who he is and I refuse to take anyone else!
Okay, enough sappiness. Here’s an recent and accurate picture of us on a regular basis.
Until next time,
P.S. Josh reads all my posts before I post them and he assisted* with the starting paragraph.
*took words out/ changed words 😂
He loves me. ♥