They say that when you are in love, you make Him perfect. He can do no wrong, and you will stay when everyone else says they would run. But sometimes, you just have to admit: dang, that boy IS perfect. I had to admit this at midnight on January the first 2013, while standing in the rain, a bottle of kiddy champagne in one hand (the real stuff!) and K in the other, while we were watching colorful sparkles fly high up in the sky. Pretty glorious already, huh? And then he grabbed me more tightly, and said: hey sweets, we’re 3 years and 8 months together right now! and he gave me a little kiss on my nose. And I fell as hard for him as the first time I met him, 5 years ago on the ice rink. One tip: do not go to the ice rink when you can’t ice skate. Ice is hard!
Oh, I’m so corny!
Happy 2013 Everyone!