It was just over a year ago today that I ended my relationship with my boyfriend at the time. I wasn't bitter but I sure wasn't looking to start anything new. Isn't that how it always works out though.
I was out and about with my girlfriends, wasn't even dressed up and we caught eyes. I was skeptical and didn't think it was going to work. I didn't even want you for crying out loud, I just felt sorry for you. And all my friends seemed to like you.In fact for the first month there was an entire bout of denial. I DON'T like you. I DON'T want to be with you. But low and behold feelings started forming and I found myself wondering about how you were during the day and enjoying spending time with you. I was hooked, line and sinker or however it goes.
Over the past year we've had our ups and downs. You hog the bed, you're too demanding and sometimes you don't seem to realize that I need space. Of course you're always there to greet me after work, don't judge my bad singing in the shower and have to spend a bare minimum of ten minutes cuddling each day. And how can I judge another redhead, muchless one who likes sushi.
It's hard to believe that it's been a year already but I think this is one of the most meaningful relationships I've had in a long time. And I can't imagine it changing.
Here's looking at you, Tinkerbell.