Monday, 12 May 2014

One year on

I was struggling to think how to begin this post, so I figured I would just start typing. From here on out, everything is the result of a stream of consciousness (and I don't know if that's a good or bad thing... We'll see!)

To Linda,
                exactly one year ago today I asked my best friend of five years if she would make me the luckiest guy in the world and be my girlfriend. A whole year ago I was sitting opposite you in a fancy-but-student-budget-friendly Italian restaurant in Chelmsford for our very first date. It feels like it was all just yesterday, and that's a very scary thought. We were the best dressed people in that place Linda (might I say: you were the best dressed person)! You were the vision of beauty whilst I was trying my best, whacking out the white shirt, smart trousers, and a nauseating amount of aftershave (I thought I looked smarter having my hair flat, too... you informed me otherwise)

Linda, I may have known you even since I was 16/17, but I'd never been as nervous as I had been this time last year. I'd never had to worry about how to be around you, what I should say or how I should act. I was so nervous!

When we were sitting there we just chatted like we always had and I felt so happy, and I hope you did to. I still feel happy, and you make me happy. I'm sitting here writing this in advance laughing because I know you'll think it's really cheesy, and we'll both make gagging sounds because we hate PDA (public displays of affection) but we'll get over it!

I just wanted to say thank you. You've supported everything I've done, ever since we met outside the toilets in the English department at college (aren't we just the classiest)! We both know how terrible I am when it comes to talking about feelings and all that rubbish (man points?) but I'm so lucky to have you, and I love you very much.

p.s. this was written on my iPhone so there are almost certainly some format/layout mistakes- don't hate me.