Sixteen Candles - or years in my case.
Saturday marks sixteen years Mike and I have been together. There have been ups and downs, but as I write this I have a rush of emotions that remind me how lucky I am. I was talking to someone about relationships, someone in their twenties who lamented they hadn't met anyone, had never been in love and how sad that made them. It got me thinking.
I've been out for about half my life. I came out when I was twenty three. Had my first 'boyfriend' that year. I don't know how many dates I went on, or how many boyfriends I had, but I can think of three people I was serious about before Mike, two of whom I said I love you to. It has taken me many years to realize, but Mike is the only person I've ever really loved. Sad, sappy, silly, whatever, I can't imagine life without him.
And yes, I plan to tell him that again - just as I have many times before [You don't think I am THAT stupid that I am going to let him get away did you?]
Okay, enough cheese for a Thursday - I know some are gonna give me grief for this post but before you do, let me preempt you - oh never mind - go right ahead, it won't bother me, not today at least.
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