Month number 11

At this time last year, you messaged me online from my basement. Serenaded me with Mraz and now I blame you for using music as a method of luring. At this time last year, I held your car keys hostage. And left you a silly note, in the name of awkward absurdity. Somehow last year, sweet pieces lovely notes were hidden among things I'd stumble into,

Handwritten by you.
I am reading each one right now.

At this time last year, you were an audience to my graduating life's performance. You knew I had jitters, but you calmed me somehow. At this time last year, I was slightly uncertain. But certainty prevailed, and overcame through. At this time last year, you'd sneak my favorite smile even when you were half a mile away from me or across a hallway.

My tummy still flutters at the very same smile, even the one you gave me hours ago just now.

I love the way you let me be myself around you.
I love that you tease me.

Through it all,
Be it sweet, bitter, happy, sad, angry, awesome possum, dysfunctional, awkward, funny or dorky...
Having you around has been the favorite part of my day & night.

It has been a beautiful eleven months.

I love you
(Much more that your love for edamame, sotong & chicken combined).