3 Year Anniversary

As​ ​of​ ​today,​ ​I’ve​ ​spent​ ​three​ ​years​ ​with​ ​my​ ​best​ ​friend.​ ​Last​ ​year,​ ​I​ ​wrote​ ​about​ ​everything​ ​that happens​ ​when​ ​you​ ​date​ ​someone​ ​for​ ​two​ ​years. I was pretty thorough, including things like:

Having​ ​outdoor​ ​adventures,​ ​sharing​ ​your​ ​favorite​ ​music,​ ​tv,​ ​and​ ​movies,​ ​stealing​ ​half​ ​of​ ​their closet,​ ​having​ ​an​ ​abundance​ ​of​ ​gifts​ ​from​ ​them,​ ​becoming​ ​best​ ​friends,​ ​becoming​ ​part​ ​of​ ​their family,​ ​dealing​ ​with​ ​life​ ​together,​ ​and​ ​choosing​ ​them​ ​every​ ​day.

I​ ​am​ ​so​ ​happy​ ​to​ ​say​ ​from​ ​firsthand​ ​experience​ ​that​ ​the​ ​same​ ​can​ ​be​ ​said​ ​for​ ​three​ ​years.

We​ ​have​ ​continued​ ​to​ ​have​ ​outdoor​ ​adventures;​ ​boating,​ ​swimming,​ ​camping, and hiking​ ​near waterfalls​ ​and​ ​along​ ​the​ ​Great​ ​Lakes.

We​ ​have​ ​continued​ ​to​ ​share​ ​our​ ​favorite​ ​music,​ ​tv,​ ​and​ ​movies; we’re​ ​seeing​ ​Maren​ ​Morris​ ​and Sam​ ​Hunt​ ​in​ ​a​ ​month!​ ​He’ll​ ​probably​ ​yell​ ​at​ ​me​ ​for​ ​sharing​ ​this,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​got​ ​him​ ​to​ ​watch​ ​“Gilmore Girls​,” my all-time favorite show, ​all​ ​the​ ​way​ ​through with me. We’ve also seen some pretty good movies in theaters this past year, like “Finding Dory” and “Beauty and the Beast.”

I can still look around my room, be it my dorm or bedroom at home, and easily find traces of him. It goes beyond clothes; there are pictures and pieces of jewelry and little things like water bottles, calendars, and fuzzy socks.

Half of those things also serve as reminders of his welcoming family; I have a framed picture with his sister, and his mom is the one who picks out my purple fuzzy socks and yearly Taylor Swift calendars. I’m looking forward to my fourth summer of adventures and “making memories” with them.

The last few things, I feel, go without saying; obviously, we’re continuing to deal with life together, choosing each other, and remaining best friends.

That’s how I started this, and that’s how I always refer to him; he is, first and foremost, my best friend. He is someone I seek to laugh with, to hug me tight when I am overcome with tears, even when he has to do it with words because he is too far away to physically hold me, and someone whose love and support I never have to question. I can be the worst version of myself, and have been, and know he won’t leave. He’ll give me space or let me know that I am crossing a line, and I appreciate it because I need it sometimes. I am impulsively honest, pushing the limits of truth and perspective, and he tells me when I go too far. Sometimes he tells me without words, because he is such a genuine person that his emotions don’t hide well. He’s much easier to read than I am, and I give him so much credit for decoding many of my silences and other passive-aggressive bad habits. He knows me better than I think he does, and I can tell because he constantly surprises me in the best ways possible. That is something he’s been doing for three years, something I could never get tired of.

Last year, I said that being with someone for two years gives you a good idea of what love is. Once again, that is even truer now. The thing that has amazed me time and again over the last three years is how easy it is to fall in love with the same person again, when you’re choosing to see them and accept them and return their kindness and care. It is not always easy or necessarily what you feel like doing; sometimes it is easy to be critical or to focus on other things. I feel incredibly lucky that I am in a relationship that communicates well – constantly and without screaming matches – and so, we keep each other on track. We remind each other why we chose the other in the first place, and we do our best to be a little bit better than we were three years ago.

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