Well… I can’t believe it. It’s officially been a year. I remember when we first met, through Teacups in that awkward meeting of me pushing my character into your character’s conversation and everything just went from there. We started talking on MSN, we roleplayed with Kid and Void together… We fell in “like” with eachother… We started talking more, I gave you my number, we began texting… And it’s history from there.
Y’know, I’m really glad I joined Teacups, since it gave me the chance to meet you. It was a spur of the moment thing, I didn’t think I’d get in. I thought my character was a cliche, but I guess it was good enough. I remember Kid was helping Brian and Void butted in and tried to help, making things a little worse before he made them better. The Twitter days were fun, but roleplaying just you and me was better. We could talk and convey more than just 140 characters. We introduced eachother, started talking on the phone and not just on MSN anymore… It was nice. It still is nice.
I’m pretty sure I’ve talked to you almost every day for the past year now. Probably more than once, sometimes about our characters, sometimes about us… Sometimes about absolutely nothing. After a few months, we had that scare, and you came to Miami for a little while and it finally gave me my opportunity to meet you. We went on a date, we went to Sunset Place and had lunch at a pizza joint. I had cheese pizza with weird sauce, you had a ceasar salad. Then we went to see Immortals, and dubbed Greece the land of silly hats… We shared our first kiss in the back of that theatre. Your lips were so soft and you tasted sweet. I can still remember if vividly as if it happened moments ago… And on the way out, we bought matching rings with owls on them. Not a day has gone by where I don’t wear it on my left hand. I only take it off to sleep ‘cause if I don’t, it turns my finger green, haha.
Long distance relationships are hard, but we make it work. We’ve had our ups and downs, I’ve made you mad, you’ve made me cry, we’ve argued… We’re not perfect. Nobody is, but we make up and continue to love one another. Little scuffs like that won’t tear us apart. I may overreact sometimes, and you may, too, but differences are differences and there’s not much we can do. But we always make up and tell each other we love one another and it all works out in the end.
Things’ll be wonderful when we finally live together. I’ve dreamt about my life with you in the not-so-distant future, now… In a little apartment somewhere nice, for now, with a shared studio and office for me to work and you to study. A big bookshelf for all our books and my nicknacks, along with my posters and framed photos and keepsakes. Our house will be a wonderful place and I can’t wait til the day comes where I can come get you and we’ll live happily ever after just like I promised.
I wouldn’t trade you for the world, wouldn’t change what we’ve had for anything, and look forward to what we’ll have in the future. I love you, Dasch. And I can’t wait to give you the happiness you’ve deserved all these years for the rest of our lives.