Time flies when you are having fun

All day yesterday, I knew I was forgetting something. The day stuck out to me: May 17th, May 17th....but I just couldn't grasp what the significance of the day was. Then this morning as I was brushing my teeth- it hit me. Yesterday was 8 years since my first date with D$. EIGHT YEARS.




I actually remember it like it was yesterday- the lead up to the date, D$ trying to pin me down on a dinner time (I was very elusive), what I wore, how I did my hair. I remember what he wore, I can see him helping my lock my door (I had surgery 12 days prior on my right arm- so tasks like cutting food, turning a key and driving were difficult, if not impossible), I recall exactly where we sat in the restaurant, what I ate, walking to a club afterwards, sneaking a cigarette in the women's room (classy), having one more drink with him even though my arm was killing me and I was exhausted just so the date wouldn't end. I remember the brief kiss at my door and wanting him to stay, but knowing deep down in the depths of me that this was the start of something wonderful and not to rush.



I remember the glow of waking up the next morning on a date high. I look back at the silliness now, about me trying to bump into him out, trying to play it cool but I'm sure it was obvious to him that I was smitten. Our relationship was formed that summer- some ups a few major downs, but what I remember most was just laughing with him. We argued about Shakespeare v Milton while watching the NBA finals at a bar, we cooked up a storm, went out, stayed in and became best friends. I remember when he told me he loved me for the first time (he said it first- score!) and knowing that I loved him back.



Fast forward 8 years and he's the love of my life, my best friend, and my better half. When he drives me nuts (which has been for oh, the past three months) there is still no one I would rather be with.