In the past week, whenever someone asks me “how long has it been?” and I answer with “6 months”, they say “woah, what already?”
And the thing is, for me, I feel almost exactly the same way. Woah, what, already? Has it really been half a year since I went to Monash to be serenaded by you? (Yes I will forever bring that up to embarrass you.) Has it really been (over) half a year since that late night phone call where I asked “how long are we going to keep beating around the bush” when it became so obvious we liked each other?
The past 6 months went by so quickly - maybe because it was the summer holidays, but I prefer to be slightly more romantic about it - that monthly anniversaries seemed to happen every other week. I remember we promised to celebrate 1 month, then 3, then 6, then every year only, and I thought “wow, those milestones seem so far apart!” but here we are!
I’ll stop writing now because I can hear my followers projectile vomiting.
Here’s to a year!
/edit I had to go to bed before midnight. Wuuut. So yeah 30 mins early.
Happy 5 months my darling.
3 months? Well, that was easy.
And by that, I mean the time. Not her. She’s not easy.
Well she wasn’t difficult.
Just.
Oh dear.
(I love you, of course.)
D: SHE REMEMBERED AFTER ALL THIS TIME HOW MUCH I WANTED IT
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