I literally can't believe I'm writing this at the moment. Six years ago, if you would of told seventeen year old me that my high school boyfriend and I would would be together for six years, move across the country for each other, and we'd, for a little while, be living in California raising a dog with Addison's Disease; I would would of laughed in your face in disbelief.
Words can't express how happy I am that I took the plunge, and didn't let commitment scare me away. These past two weeks have been something else. I've managed to show my boyfriend of six years that I'm a neat freak, lmfao, I'm a great care taker, that there's a loving and super sensitive side of me that he hadn't discovered. In return, I've managed to learn he quickly gets frustrated, loves to garden with me, and is super thoughtful.
For example, I had texted him last week that I had forgotten to pick up sour cream for our tacos from the store, and when he got home not only did he have the sour cream, but flowers as well.
I know the newness of living together may wear off but that's fine by me. I think we've learned to weather through our storms, and if this doesn't work out then I can say I took a chance most people wouldn't and that I should live a little bit more.