I just read through all of our facebook interactions on each other’s walls. I watched us move in and out of inside jokes, and as I scrolled down we became less and less in love, until we were just friends, until we barely knew each other. It goes from our silly nicknames and quotes that remind us of funny things, to somewhat awkward invitations to hang out and thinly veiled compliments we hoped weren’t giving away too much. What an odd thing to think about. I cannot imagine not being with you. And only months ago, I wasn’t. 

The first thing you ever posted on my wall was a happy birthday message. We’d known each other for a couple days. It’s a simple enough greeting; it’s short and slightly (or extremely) cute, something that would be expected from a person you’ve known for less than 48 hours. And I’m just staring at it, thinking about those first nervous nights of trying to think of the perfect things to write to you, trying my absolute hardest to be interesting enough to grab your attention. I could see immediately that you were someone I wanted more of, and I inched my way forward, entwining myself into your life further and further until I got to call you mine.