1 whole year
This weekend was Roberto and my first anniversary. Notice I said "first," which implies that there will be more.
I really can't believe it's been a whole year. I just read back over all of my journal/blog entries from about a month before we met until now. I've been slacking on keeping up with writing, but the timeline is still there. I guess mostly I read them all to make myself realize that, yes, it has really been a whole year. So much has happened. I went from being utterly heartbroken and destroyed and devastated over Michael (yes, it's true) to madly in love with Roberto in not a very long period of time. And I went from being confused/creeped out by Roberto to madly in love with him in an even shorter period of time. It's funny how things can change so quickly.
I remember the surreal event of meeting him last year at Marcel's birthday party...going out to breakfast with everyone from the party and feeling completely awkward. I remember being completely stunned that this random guy asked me for my number in the Denny's parking lot. I remember our first real date - salsa dancing with a whole group of my dancer friends at the Latin Ballet. I remember all the excited conversations with Allison about this new guy. I remember being nervous and unsure about Valentine's Day and what we were. I remember how amazing Valentine's Day turned out to be. I remember declaring our relationship on Facebook without ever having "The Conversation." I remember seeing him play for the first time and falling in love with him at that very moment. I remember meeting all of his friends, and feeling so accepted by all of them. I remember him meeting my family, and me meeting his, and our families meeting each other. I remember being incredibly mad at him for not going to dinner with me before I left for Spring Break. I remember feeling alone and scared in Baltimore over break, doubting our relationship when I didn't feel comfortable talking to him about Tom's death. I remember ending Spring Break with him in Virginia Beach and feeling completely comforted and reassured. I remember being with Allison through her breakup and realizing how lucky I was to have him. I remember him coming with me to my cousin's wedding in Philly and him saying I love you for the first time (April 8th, 2006). I remember him taking care of me the night after I got my tattoo when I was completely trashed and broke down over Tom. I remember him helping me move out of the dorms and into my house. I remember missing him desperately every day over summer break and talking to him on the phone about pit bulls in his bathroom while I was at work. I remember spending the best week of my life with him in St. Maarten with tropical drinks and brits and nude beaches and having awesome sex 100 times a day. I remember his birthday and taking him out to dinner and feeling guilty about his gift being late, but how great his reaction was once he got it. I remember him blowing up at me irrationally when he found out about my past with Andrew. I remember blowing up at him irrationally when I found out his mom was coming to town the next day. I remember deciding to move in together. I remember all four nights of Halloween. I remember him leaving me at the bus station for winter break and me sitting in line and crying. I remember spending Christmas together. I remember doing nothing all day with him in Richmond over winter break. I remember being motivated together to eat better and go to the gym and get a 4.0 this year. I remember it all.
I don’t remember ever being happier.
All the “I love you”s
All the fights
All the making up
All the performances (his & mine)
All the parties
All the cuddling
All the love
All the making love
All the cooking
All the happiness
All the doubts
All the comfort
All the friends
All the yelling
All the laughter
All the tears
All the kisses
I wish I had a picture for every day we’ve been together.
Last night after I got off work he picked me up looking sharp as ever and we went back to my place where I got all gussied up while he made an amazing dinner of yellow fin tuna steaks in a Vidalia onion sauce with steamed vegetables and rice. Then we went to Marcel’s birthday party where we met one year ago. It was amazing and surreal, just like last year. People congratulated us left and right. I’ve never had an anniversary before. I’ve only barely made it to six months before. I don’t think it really sunk in until today when we were in bed just wasting time together. I got incredibly happy and couldn’t stop smiling or laughing. It’s a great feeling, this whole being in love thing.
The past few weeks have been rough. Everyone says the one year marker is when you either give up or make it last. We managed to talk about all the issues we’ve been having, and resolved to work through them. We’re really quite good for each other. Obviously. Otherwise we wouldn’t still be together.
I’m really excited about moving in together, and getting a cat, and not having to decide whose house to sleep/cook at, and having a place that’s really ours. And of course, I’m excited for all the anniversaries to come. Hopefully that will be a big number. I have a feeling it might.
I really can't believe it's been a whole year. I just read back over all of my journal/blog entries from about a month before we met until now. I've been slacking on keeping up with writing, but the timeline is still there. I guess mostly I read them all to make myself realize that, yes, it has really been a whole year. So much has happened. I went from being utterly heartbroken and destroyed and devastated over Michael (yes, it's true) to madly in love with Roberto in not a very long period of time. And I went from being confused/creeped out by Roberto to madly in love with him in an even shorter period of time. It's funny how things can change so quickly.
I remember the surreal event of meeting him last year at Marcel's birthday party...going out to breakfast with everyone from the party and feeling completely awkward. I remember being completely stunned that this random guy asked me for my number in the Denny's parking lot. I remember our first real date - salsa dancing with a whole group of my dancer friends at the Latin Ballet. I remember all the excited conversations with Allison about this new guy. I remember being nervous and unsure about Valentine's Day and what we were. I remember how amazing Valentine's Day turned out to be. I remember declaring our relationship on Facebook without ever having "The Conversation." I remember seeing him play for the first time and falling in love with him at that very moment. I remember meeting all of his friends, and feeling so accepted by all of them. I remember him meeting my family, and me meeting his, and our families meeting each other. I remember being incredibly mad at him for not going to dinner with me before I left for Spring Break. I remember feeling alone and scared in Baltimore over break, doubting our relationship when I didn't feel comfortable talking to him about Tom's death. I remember ending Spring Break with him in Virginia Beach and feeling completely comforted and reassured. I remember being with Allison through her breakup and realizing how lucky I was to have him. I remember him coming with me to my cousin's wedding in Philly and him saying I love you for the first time (April 8th, 2006). I remember him taking care of me the night after I got my tattoo when I was completely trashed and broke down over Tom. I remember him helping me move out of the dorms and into my house. I remember missing him desperately every day over summer break and talking to him on the phone about pit bulls in his bathroom while I was at work. I remember spending the best week of my life with him in St. Maarten with tropical drinks and brits and nude beaches and having awesome sex 100 times a day. I remember his birthday and taking him out to dinner and feeling guilty about his gift being late, but how great his reaction was once he got it. I remember him blowing up at me irrationally when he found out about my past with Andrew. I remember blowing up at him irrationally when I found out his mom was coming to town the next day. I remember deciding to move in together. I remember all four nights of Halloween. I remember him leaving me at the bus station for winter break and me sitting in line and crying. I remember spending Christmas together. I remember doing nothing all day with him in Richmond over winter break. I remember being motivated together to eat better and go to the gym and get a 4.0 this year. I remember it all.
I don’t remember ever being happier.
All the “I love you”s
All the fights
All the making up
All the performances (his & mine)
All the parties
All the cuddling
All the love
All the making love
All the cooking
All the happiness
All the doubts
All the comfort
All the friends
All the yelling
All the laughter
All the tears
All the kisses
I wish I had a picture for every day we’ve been together.
Last night after I got off work he picked me up looking sharp as ever and we went back to my place where I got all gussied up while he made an amazing dinner of yellow fin tuna steaks in a Vidalia onion sauce with steamed vegetables and rice. Then we went to Marcel’s birthday party where we met one year ago. It was amazing and surreal, just like last year. People congratulated us left and right. I’ve never had an anniversary before. I’ve only barely made it to six months before. I don’t think it really sunk in until today when we were in bed just wasting time together. I got incredibly happy and couldn’t stop smiling or laughing. It’s a great feeling, this whole being in love thing.
The past few weeks have been rough. Everyone says the one year marker is when you either give up or make it last. We managed to talk about all the issues we’ve been having, and resolved to work through them. We’re really quite good for each other. Obviously. Otherwise we wouldn’t still be together.
I’m really excited about moving in together, and getting a cat, and not having to decide whose house to sleep/cook at, and having a place that’s really ours. And of course, I’m excited for all the anniversaries to come. Hopefully that will be a big number. I have a feeling it might.