Three years ago. Doesn't feel like its been that long.  sharpe19 and I promised ourselves to each other for all time. And then some more.

I know it hasn't been easy on her. But she still makes me smile nonetheless. Helps me make those really poor decisions that best friends help you make.

She didn't marry the perfect man. Hell sometimes I wonder why I haven't been shot. Three years of unwashed dishes. Dirty socks in her workroom chair. Insulting her potential clients intentionally or otherwise.

She still loves me. And my life would be empty without her. Somewhere north of four years ago I was saying to myself. "No. This stuff doesn't happen like this. Well. I don't care how it ends up, if she's the one. Or if she just becomes one of those friends. I'll take whatever she'll let me have." Or leaving after a week that changed my life thinking. "I feel so happy around her. For once in my life I found a girl that makes me feel this way. And I have to drive off....what the hell am I doing." Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined we would've ended up here.

You never know how things are going to work out.

I remember kneeling across from her three years ago. Happy as I had never thought possible.

It's late. I'm rambling.

But I will always be grateful for the firey, independent, talented, beautiful and surprising woman that I met. From a random, creepy note that I sent asking to split toe cost of gas telling her I fully expected her to say no and for her to at least give me a mildly plausible excuse.
I met someone I couldn't control. Someone with a kind heart and a stubborn streak and as much resisting to authority as I do.

Someone I love more than myself.

Thank you for three wild years. Here's to more. Wilder ones to come.

^^