28th
The moment has probably passed...
…but a couple people did ask me to do this, so…blame them!
[the vows] [well, my vows, at least]
I’ve loved you since the first day I met you. I mean, that’s not entirely accurate—I had a crush on you that first day…it probably took me about a week to fall entirely head over heels. But the point is, I’ve loved you so completely for so long—from the soft tops of your feet to the hard tip of your nose, from your jump-through-able arms to your squat-upon-able heels—that I don’t quite know where to begin.
I guess I should start by saying that I promise I’ll never take you, or us, for granted. I usually try to not boast about you too much, because who would want to hear it? But I think today I can make an exception.
I am so unbelievably, breathtakingly lucky to have you.
I love that I can read Austen to you, and you can explain Grant Morrison to me. I love that we can go on walks together, because even though we’re lazy, we’re always happier outside. I love that after hours of “animated” discussion with others, we can come home and dissect that discussion for hours more. I love that you’ll clear up while I clean, so that even though we’re both pretty messy, we can keep entropy at bay. I love that you accept my weird obsessions with those seven brides, and the Hatfields, and a certain ring-stealing fox. I love that you’ll interrupt other people to let me finish a story. I love that you take better care of me than I do of myself.
I love that I still get butterflies when I think of you, and that I still get excited when I see I have an email from you—even when it’s the 40th email you’ve sent that day. I love that you stand by Matrix Three and cry at Lilo and Stitch. I love that we have so many inside jokes—even some that we don’t understand ourselves anymore—and that we can make so many intuitive leaps together, that it sometimes seems like we’re speaking a secret language.
I promise to never stop accumulating anecdotes to tell you about my day, and I promise to never stop working on those anecdotes until they’re funny enough or interesting enough to be worth telling. I promise to never stop trying to impress you…but I also promise never to hide the real me—split brain and all. I promise to let you be a caveman, and only tempt you with cookies sometimes. I promise to watch TV with you, and to sometimes not watch TV with you. I promise to stay up late with you when you have to do work, and I promise to make you go to bed when enough is enough. I promise to be silly with you, and I promise to take you seriously. Most of all, though, I promise to love you with all of by being—from my squishable nose to my grippable toes.
I don’t believe in soulmates, but I believe in us. You’re my forever.
