Today is the anniversary of Charles and my relationship. We've been dating for a year and a half.



I love this kid so much.

It's like when you feel the sun on your shoulders on a brisk day.
It's like your favorite kind of everything wrapped up in one.
It's like feeling at sea until you finally see his face and realize you've been right next land all along.
It's like feeling homesick until your body fits into those open arms.

It's like this:

"Even then, at nine years old, I wanted to live inside her body. I wanted to melt into her bones--that kind of love."

-Tim O'Brien
-"The Things They Carried"

I want to be a writer so that I can write everything we've ever done out on paper so that everyone can know how beautiful we have things.
I want to have a photographer photograph us every second we're together so that people can see how beautiful our friendship is.
I want to be a musician so that I can write songs that embody the way that he makes me feel. (I've listened to countless love songs, and none are adequate.)
I want to be a painter so that I can paint his lovely face in ever style of painting imaginable.
I want to do it all.

More importantly: I want to do it all with him.