Six months
Tuesday, September 21, is our sixth monthsary.
I just spent three hours making him a mix CD. Nothing fancy, just 18 songs and a sleeve made out of bond paper, drawing pen ink and lyrics, tied with a yellow ribbon.
I hope he likes it.
I haven't really been okay in a while. Kind of dead inside, you know? Maybe this is my quarter-life crisis, two years early. Thank you, law school.
Dearest boyfriend, I love you, and I'm so sorry I've been doing you wrong recently. Chalk it up to the semester of my discontent. We are rather different, you and I, as to tastes and preferences, but values-wise we are the same.
You are my North Star, my shining light.
I just spent three hours making him a mix CD. Nothing fancy, just 18 songs and a sleeve made out of bond paper, drawing pen ink and lyrics, tied with a yellow ribbon.
I hope he likes it.
I haven't really been okay in a while. Kind of dead inside, you know? Maybe this is my quarter-life crisis, two years early. Thank you, law school.
Dearest boyfriend, I love you, and I'm so sorry I've been doing you wrong recently. Chalk it up to the semester of my discontent. We are rather different, you and I, as to tastes and preferences, but values-wise we are the same.
You are my North Star, my shining light.