3 years ago was on a Friday.
I had a day off.
I barely ate a cracker that day.
I had changed clothes 5 times only to get back into what I originally planned.
I checked time with each minute it past.
And then finally, the doorbell rang.
That day changed both our lives for good.
It was going to last and we both knew it.
3 years flew by.
Yet it seemed so long ago that we were in this moment where nobody mattered, expect the two us.
In the mean time, we experienced all kinds of phases.
Phases of being a rut we couldn’t seemed to get out of.
Phases where we missed each other because too often either one of us was on a business travel.
Phases where we had arguments over smallest things.
Phases where we wanted to break up because our future perspective didn’t seem to match.
I don’t know if he is “the only one for me”.
I do know, he is the only one want to try with and open up to.
I’ve seen people giving up easily on their relationship because they lost this intense feeling of being in love.
I honestly don’t even seem to have the time or patience to be in love anymore.
There are too many other obligations and worries.
I know a lot of people have something against the “Selfie culture”.
But let’s face it, they do capture the happy moments.
At times when I feel down about our relationship, I scroll through them.
The wonderful memories pop up and I am ensured that I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anyone else.
And now I’m going to cook his favorite meal like any good “working from home on days like these” girlfriend would 😉
p.s. We usually only celebrate the half yearly anniversary because that is just before Christmas and usually the temperatures are so much more pleasant for us 😉