One year.

One whole year.

One year ago, I confessed to you.

I told you how I felt.

How much I loved you. How much I cared for you.

How I wanted to be there for you.

How I wished I was there for you.

How I would do whatever it takes to keep you from leaving this life.

And it sucked how miles and miles kept us from meeting.

But I still confessed, knowing of that distance and the feeling of just emberrassment as I rambled on, sneaking in the detail of how much I liked you.

I thought you'd leave.

I thought you'd resent me.

I thought you'd think I was joking.

I thought you'd say no.

I was terrified for those short moments.

But somehow it worked.

One year ago, you became my girlfriend.

I remember the sensation on that day of just freaking out.

That this girl, this beautiful girl, I met over this little site said she liked me back.

Everything felt numb. Then hot. Then I didn't know what to think.

Months went on and I would think of you every hour of every day.

 There were times where we were together, others we couldn't talk at all, and some where things in our life started to fall apart again.

But the thought of you, the thought of us, it always brought me back from whatever hell was happening in my life.

Everything about this sounds so cheesy to be honest.

And I'm kinda sloppy when I ramble.

So I'll cut this short because I can go on for a long, long time talking about you.

Happy One Year Anniversary, boo.

I love you so much.

-E, your weird boyfriend/partner/date mate/What'sthegendernuetralnameforasignificantother...

(P.S. You may judge me for not coloring it, I didn't have the colors available to me.)