Two years ago you texted me out of the blue. You asked me to meet you for a coffee sometime, and could we talk about life? You requested girl advice. Happily I obliged, as a friend of my brothers I had known you for years, it would be fun to catch up. You met me at the door of the coffee pub, I remember you had on your grey wooly sweater and your striped club Monaco scarf…we hugged, and I thought that you were wearing phenomenal cologne. We grabbed coffee and sat at a table in the back. I listened to you recount stories about a girl you had been seeing, and why it hadn’t worked out. The longer we chatted and caught up, the more I started thinking…”maybe it’s a good thing this didn’t work out with you and the other girl” We moved on in topic and just talked about what we had been doing for the past few years, never have I drank a coffee so slowly. We said goodbye and made plans to maybe have alcoholic drinks together sometime soon. You didn’t wait the obnoxious 3 days to text, the next day you invited me to meet up with you the following weekend. Saturday afternoon we made martinis and watched a movie, I don’t have any memory of what we watched, I spent several hours willing you to kiss me..I was in disbelief of how attracted to you I was, of how much I enjoyed chatting to you. Each time we returned from making a drink we got closer and closer together on the couch, fingers almost touching. *You tell me now that you had wanted to kiss me that whole afternoon too, it took you hours to work up the guts…and finally you did. You took me for dinner, and we both couldn’t stop grinning..I remember blushing and looking away. The whole winter we spent the weekends together when you came up from Toronto. We would go out for drinks, we would stay in and watch countless movies, and eat Spinach Dr. Oetkers pizza. We became best friends It evolved slowly into something so special, 6 months later under a starry sky you told me you loved me for the first time. We moved in together a year ago in June. Sometimes it makes me crazy that you never do the dishes, but I love that you let me wield the remote control from time to time, and that you will spoon with me on our tiny couch. That when I have had a hard day, I can come home and vent to you, and you can always make me smile. I love waking up each morning to you. In 2 years we have supported each other through 3 deaths, my mum's cancer diagnosis, the complicated dissolution of your mom’s 7 year relationship, being broke, me going back to school and you starting your first “real” job. Just knowing you are there really makes getting through the darkness possible.
We may not have it all together just yet, but together we have it all. Happy Anniversary G, you have my heart.