NOTE:IF YOU DO POST THIS, CAN YOU POST IT ON NOVEMBER 8 or 9?? PLEASE?? THAT’S THE DATE OF OUR 4th ANNIVERSARY. PLEASE DELETE THIS NOTE WHEN YOU DO PUBLISH IT :) Thank you so much! <3
We met in class. We were freshmen, naïve and awkward, like most freshmen are. I was the classroom weirdo. I had zero self-esteem and I constantly compared myself to all the prettier girls who can break necks. He was one of the cool guys in class. He made people laugh. He was everyone’s friend. We are nowhere near alike.
After a gazillion text messages, his girlfriend turned ex-girlfriend, two other suitors and my fear of being hurt, we became an item in secret. We fought a lot. And by a lot, I mean twice or more a day. The day after my birthday, I broke up with him. I guess you could say it became a pattern. I break up with him and he always ran after me. But he didn’t run after me like he usually did. I wanted him back. Apparently, he didn’t. Two weeks, nearly 8 pounds of weight loss and a bucket of tears later, he realized that life without me was horrible. So he started courting me again and we got back together after a week.
Minutes, hours, days, months went by. I became physically and verbally abusive. I suddenly feared undergoing what my battered mother underwent when we were young. I figured if I hurt him first, he won’t be able to hurt me. Guess what he did? He understood and loved and continued to care until I realized he would rather hurt himself than me. I stopped the abuse. It wasn’t easy. But I loved him enough to change that.
Months flew past. He risked his life twice to protect me. I got threatened by a gun trying to protect him. He danced with me on an empty alley at dawn when he learned that I didn’t get to dance on prom night. I became his sole comfort when his father died. He respected my choice on abstinence until our wedding night 9 years later. I was his number one fan. He still thinks I’m beautiful throughout my ugly acne and uglier mood swings. I will always think he’s the most handsome guy on earth.
We give and take. We compromise. Throughout the years, we matured together. Yet our love is still stronger, better and livelier than the first time we laid eyes on each other. Now I know why life is beautiful. Now I know why love is worth it. That’s because he’s worth it.
Happy 4th anniversary my curly-haired, dota-loving beau. Thank you for giving me the most colorful 48 months of my life. I love you.
Him: None. He isn’t much of a social networking site fan. But he occasionally blogs and goes online for my sake.
Her: Misslittlefeisty.tumblr.com
P.S. 2007-Our “baby”. We named her Princess Meexa. She broke her neck one night while we were away. :(
2008-Surprise gifts from him! <3 Pigs have a significant meaning in our lives. I asked for a sign a year before we met. The guy who will give me a pig stuffed toy will be the one that I’ll be with forever. Two years later, on our first Valentine’s day together, he gave me a pig stuffed toy.
2009-His first handmade card. He was never the “creative” kind. But he actually made an effort to be creative on our 30th monthsary.
2010-Another surprise gift from him! Obviously, it’s another pig! <3