In September, 2010, I became obsessed with a boy.
It started with a late night hike with friends. He tickled me with long pieces of grass and laughed as I tripped in the darkness.
The next night, we laid in the grass, enjoying the warm summer night, and told each other our lives' stories.
We held hands for the first time, and without knowing, I already knew.
I couldn't get this boy out of my mind, but I also had a list of reasons I thought I shouldn't date him. He was too young. I was his kind-of supervisor. And he had the same name as my most recent ex, who had treated me badly.
So we kept hanging out. And at the end of each night, I told him I wouldn't date him.
Even so, every time I asked him to hang out, he kept saying yes.
He stole my book when I was studying with friends and read Beowulf in a Forest Gump accent.
I asked him to donate blood with me, and he went. We both failed (my pulse was too fast, maybe I was nervous?), but we got t-shirts and coupons for free frozen yogurt.
We went on our first "date," free frozen yogurt and Toy Story 3 with friends. Afterwards, we went out to the Clinton Lake Dam. I hugged him and told him he wasn't allowed to kiss other girls anymore. Only me.
He said okay.
That night was two years ago, today. We've been together ever since.
Happy two years to us!