Friday, October 23, 2015

Maybeversary (or A Love Letter to my Babe)

Dear Nate,

Happy maybeversary! Since we don't celebrate much, not that we even have a specific anniversary date to celebrate, I thought this October evening probably fell somewhere in the hazy summer/fall span of when we started holding hands and smooching 7 years ago. 7 years! Crazy.

Here's the deal. I hate that you've been gone for 4 days. It's the worst. I'm trying to do all the dishes that have piled up since you left, since, you know, I'm not a functioning adult without you. But get excited, because you're coming home to a lot fewer dishes. At least 5.

Anyway. I'd like to say that I love you more than anything, but that phrase has never made much sense to me. Like I love you more than chocolate? Or fall leaves? I don't know, that's a hard one. But really, though, you're great.

Then end.

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