A sort of anniversary

Four and a half years. It sounds like ages doesn’t it?
That’s how long the boyfriend and I have been together today. I know it’s sad to count the months, but half years are ok, right? And it’s not like we’re celebrating (that will come in February when it’s 5 years). Just acknowledging it.

I still can’t quite believe it’s been over 4 years since I drunkenly kissed him in the bar. We had spent pretty much all of that week together and been so obviously flirting with each other, then after a few beers I decided to take the plunge. I guess now it’s fairly safe to say it worked.

I love you Jan. Here’s to the next four and a half years.