4 Years
Today marks four years with the same man. Four years of ups and downs and sideways movement and everything in between. We’ve been through good and bad, life and death, living together and long distance.
I have learned over the last four years that love is a choice. You choose to fall in love. Youchoose to stay in love. Youchooseto make your love important. You may not always choose who it is that gets your heart, and you in no way have the choice if someone loves you back, but deciding to wake up every day and continue to love someone is sometimes the best and most difficult choice. Since I am someone who has a hard time making decisionsfor anything, I felt this was very relevant:
I am in love with my compliment. Discounting the “important” issues, he is a man who does not like Disneyland or Disney movies for that matter (so crazy, right?). He thinks most romantic comedies can line the wastebaskets for the worst movies ever. Harry Potter and Hunger Games have no effect on him. And country music happens to be a no go territory. But he listens, he makes me laugh, and his understanding of me is greater than anyone else I know. He supports me always, even in the moments I may make him a little crazy, which I know for a fact happens to be a lot.
I love him more than anything, and though I can’t spend our day with him, I am blessed to know that I got an entire weekend with him last week, which rarely happens with his work schedule. He has six years of my interest, four solid years of my heart, my thoughts today, and my future. Happy Anniversary!
