This post has a trigger warning of extremely vomitous content of mushy mushy.
In two days, it's Cornelius' birthday. In three it's our one year anniversary, so whether you like it or not, I'm compelled to inform the intranets of his majesty.
Once upon a time Princess Becca was livin' the big life, happy and just in general killin' it. On her way to get a tattoo in Richmond from this really amazing artist, she stopped in the Richmond branch of Knot to eat some foodies. There was this young, unassuming little Asain who had just finished his shift (which he shouldn't have been working on, but he was covering for someone). He asked the Princess about the book that was sitting next to her foodies, and that opened up a conversation after which they both realized they felt something. It wasn't long before the Princess discovered the boy wasn't just Asian, he was also half German. Therefore the Princess had to be very blatant about her desire to learn more about him and communicate how she felt, but she didn't mind. Finally they had a get together with some friends, and as the night drew its close, the boy told the Princess he would walk her to her train. As the couple rose up to Clapham Junction's platform 11, her train was pulling up. Oh no, not much time to contemplate a goodbye! The two hugged, and the Princess quickly planted a kiss on the boy's cheek, hoping he wouldn't see it as a common European gesture.
He didn't.
It sucks that so much of the time he and I have been together, we've been apart. First he had to go to school, then I had to go back home since I didn't have a visa anymore...but he's encouraged so much growth in me, thinking about big things I wouldn't have ever thought of if it wasn't for him, but he also has me laughing so much of the time. For me, that's maybe the most important thing. But truly, he's patient (something I didn't realize I would need), he's so intelligent, he's musical and an amazing guitar player, a faby cuber, and someone who is constantly saying things that show how well he understands me. I've never felt so comfortably anchored in myself, but he also helps me be more. He is always giving to me. Not like prezzies, but just with a self-less attitude. I am so happy that we somehow met each other.
So happy birthday and anniversary, Angel Cakes. You've changed everything for me, and it's the most wonderful thing in the world. I wish you another year of happiness and us. I can't wait to look back on us again next year and see how much we've changed yet again.
In two days, it's Cornelius' birthday. In three it's our one year anniversary, so whether you like it or not, I'm compelled to inform the intranets of his majesty.
Once upon a time Princess Becca was livin' the big life, happy and just in general killin' it. On her way to get a tattoo in Richmond from this really amazing artist, she stopped in the Richmond branch of Knot to eat some foodies. There was this young, unassuming little Asain who had just finished his shift (which he shouldn't have been working on, but he was covering for someone). He asked the Princess about the book that was sitting next to her foodies, and that opened up a conversation after which they both realized they felt something. It wasn't long before the Princess discovered the boy wasn't just Asian, he was also half German. Therefore the Princess had to be very blatant about her desire to learn more about him and communicate how she felt, but she didn't mind. Finally they had a get together with some friends, and as the night drew its close, the boy told the Princess he would walk her to her train. As the couple rose up to Clapham Junction's platform 11, her train was pulling up. Oh no, not much time to contemplate a goodbye! The two hugged, and the Princess quickly planted a kiss on the boy's cheek, hoping he wouldn't see it as a common European gesture.
He didn't.
It sucks that so much of the time he and I have been together, we've been apart. First he had to go to school, then I had to go back home since I didn't have a visa anymore...but he's encouraged so much growth in me, thinking about big things I wouldn't have ever thought of if it wasn't for him, but he also has me laughing so much of the time. For me, that's maybe the most important thing. But truly, he's patient (something I didn't realize I would need), he's so intelligent, he's musical and an amazing guitar player, a faby cuber, and someone who is constantly saying things that show how well he understands me. I've never felt so comfortably anchored in myself, but he also helps me be more. He is always giving to me. Not like prezzies, but just with a self-less attitude. I am so happy that we somehow met each other.
So happy birthday and anniversary, Angel Cakes. You've changed everything for me, and it's the most wonderful thing in the world. I wish you another year of happiness and us. I can't wait to look back on us again next year and see how much we've changed yet again.