One day passes, and I already like you. I’m with a boy who has hurt me far too many times. And I like you. Two weeks pass, and I meet you. I’m no longer with a boy. I am awkward and can’t make eye contact. You are awkward and can barely speak. I only like you more. Three days pass, and I am your girlfriend. One month passes. I always mocked people who claimed to be “so in love” after one month. But here I am, always the hypocrite. Another month passes. I kiss you for the first time. And it is wonderful. Four months pass, and you still find something to love in me. Six months pass, and I’ve been with you for a whole year. The easiest twelve months of my life. Three more months pass. And here we are. You make me the happiest girl on the planet, and I still feel so lucky to have you. I love you, boyfriend.