6 months…we have been together for six months. This has been the longest relationship I have ever been in. It has also been the most emotionally invested I have ever been. I think I say this every month but you changed me. It’s cliché, it’s cheesy…but it’s true. You changed me and I could not be happier about it. When I fucked up and tried to break up with you…when I hurt you…I shut myself off from the world. People where genuinely worried about me. They where scared I was going to do something stupid. People I have never talked to stopped me and asked if I was ok and I would break down every time. When we got back together, every single one of my friends where so relieved and said they where so worried about me. They hated to see me so broken. And that is what I was. I was broken. Not by your hand but my own. I cannot even begin to explain how much I love you and cherish you. You gave my stupid ass another chance when I know I never deserved one. I probably cause you all this fucking stress but you stay with me anyway. And I am so thankful for that because I would be 100% lost without you. 6 months only feels like a couple weeks. It feels like just yesterday I started talking to you and hitting on you and failing. It feels like just a couple hours ago I admitted to myself that I was in love with you. They say we shouldn’t know what love is but I think I do. Every thought of you sends butterflies through my entire being. Not knowing you in person but missing you every day. Not being able to imagine myself with anyone else. It’s all evidence that I have fallen for you. I always lay in bed and listen to music and imagine what it would be like to have you laying next to me. To be able to mindlessly play with your fingers. To tickle you until you can’t breath. To lean over and kiss you awake. To read you excerpts from my books. To sing to you. To study everything there is about you. To get to know you on higher physical, emotional and mental levels. To be able to walk around holding your hand. To have my friends make fun of me because I blush so fucking easily. To have little moments with you and to make sure you are the happiest you can be and to keep you safe and to wipe your tears and to cook the most amazing vegetarian cuisine you’ve ever had. I know…I’m a bleeding heart. I’m a hopeless romantic. But I promise to give you my everything from here on out. You are my queen. My love. And I promise to never hurt you, to always stand by your side, to give you extra long hugs on shitty days, to watch stupid movies with you, to kill all the spiders, to run you baths when you’re stressed, to buy you junk food, to let you draw stupid things on me, to take stupid pictures with you and to make you the happiest girl on the planet. Happy 6 months love.