I Am Gay for Alan (Sleepless at 3:00)
Wow. Just an FYI....
I love my husband. Sometimes I'm just freaking amazed that we got married. We forget sometimes. Like marriage was just something we dreamed, or it was so long ago its faded.. or it was a dream, a bunch of abstract memories that are all shiny and blurry. He was my best friend, here, at SIU, he went to breakfast with me. He went to dinner with me. He took me to movies when others would flake out. We went to classes together-- even if we didn't share them. He and I studied together-- by which I mean sat in a coffee shop talking for hours with psychology books opened but were never even slightly glaced at the whole time. He drove me around when I was on crutches. He was there for me when I thought my heart was broken, when I was down, when I was exhausted by life. He talked to me every night to make sure I was keeping sane when stuck at home. He always made sure to be in a position to help me if I needed it. He showed me new TV shows and movies that are the bestest in the world, he let me sleep in his room so I wouldn't be alone. He introduced me to all his friends and had them become my friends. Then one, stupid, awesome night over Halloween weekend nearly four years ago, he kissed me and now he's stuck doing all those nice things for all eternity. Haha.
Damnit, that would have ended so sweetly if I didn't always have to end with a joke. : )
I love him, even if his snoring is keeping me awake.
I love my husband. Sometimes I'm just freaking amazed that we got married. We forget sometimes. Like marriage was just something we dreamed, or it was so long ago its faded.. or it was a dream, a bunch of abstract memories that are all shiny and blurry. He was my best friend, here, at SIU, he went to breakfast with me. He went to dinner with me. He took me to movies when others would flake out. We went to classes together-- even if we didn't share them. He and I studied together-- by which I mean sat in a coffee shop talking for hours with psychology books opened but were never even slightly glaced at the whole time. He drove me around when I was on crutches. He was there for me when I thought my heart was broken, when I was down, when I was exhausted by life. He talked to me every night to make sure I was keeping sane when stuck at home. He always made sure to be in a position to help me if I needed it. He showed me new TV shows and movies that are the bestest in the world, he let me sleep in his room so I wouldn't be alone. He introduced me to all his friends and had them become my friends. Then one, stupid, awesome night over Halloween weekend nearly four years ago, he kissed me and now he's stuck doing all those nice things for all eternity. Haha.
Damnit, that would have ended so sweetly if I didn't always have to end with a joke. : )
I love him, even if his snoring is keeping me awake.