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yesterday last year, i was killing time, stalking the empty, frozen streets of pittsburgh with some guy i met in person only a few days ago. stealing kisses from him in alleys, deserted aisles of rite aid, corners of parking garages. killing myself to avoid the fact that i’d have to board a megabus and leave him soon for new york. scared of losing what i had finally found a grip of. he made me choose. my heart stopped and i made him my boyfriend.
and he still is.
i love him for his warmth. i love him for his guidance. i love him for his spirit. i love him for his dedication. i love him for making fun of me about this hopelessly cheesy post for a week after he reads this. i don’t care. i love him.
happy anniversary, babe.
