October 9th, 2007


Non-Fiction: The Best Day Of My Life

Photo by Ryan Roman

Whenever Jared asked me what I wanted for my birthday I said "All I want is you" or some variation thereof. I would say I wanted snuggles from him, or to sleep in with him, or to spend the day with him, or other, far naughtier suggestions.

Therefore it shouldn't have come as much of a surprise to me that Jared gave me what I wished for my birthday, we slept in, we spent the day together and then he gave me the best thing of all, he promised to spend the rest of his life with me.

He led me to a little bench in a grove of trees and opened up a little heart shaped box and asked me to marry him. I couldn't stop hugging him and kissing his face and saying "Of course, of course," and "Yes, yes, yes"

For those of you who don't know the whole story, I moved in next to Jared on my first day of my freshman year of college. We've known each other for nine years. We've lived together for four years. We've been romantically involved for three years. Nothing makes me happier than the thought of spending the rest of my life with my best friend. Every year with Jared is an adventure, each adventure more exciting than the last. There is no one who I enjoy supporting more than Jared. There is no one I trust to have my back more than him.

People who meet us often ask how long we have been dating, assuming that we are basking in the light of a new relationship. Jared is my dream man. I've longed for him, I've wanted him, I've loved him for so long that having him loving him, never, ever gets old. I smile when I see him walking towards me down the street. I smile every single time. Sometimes I feel very grumpy and I think that there is no way that seeing him can make me smile. Then he walks into view and I'm smiling again.