One Year Already?

Feels like yesterday when we first met – I still wish I’d worn better clothes and higher heels. 

I often giggle as I remember the formal ‘Hey! Ssup..’ texts we sent each other for a week after meeting – and shiver remembering the first time we used the L word, months later. 

I still think of you as my secret boyfriend – I doubt anyone would have believed me if I told them anyway. 

I almost faint every time I see you in your super HOT combat uniform, which is, well, everyday – it’s something that hasn’t yet ceased to have this effect on me. 

No matter how much you try to tell me that ‘Eight days a Week’ is OUR song because you played it for me numersously - I still think my song for you is ‘I’m Gonna Getcha Good’ 

You still hate chick flicks and I still cannot stand all-action movies, You hate 'Sex and The City' and I don't find '30 Rock' all that interesting - but we find peace in 'Modern Family' and love sharing butter popcorn . 

 

Our long-drive-in-the-middle-of-the-night ritual is still followed – and many times I feel a rush inside on realizing that we’ll go together in the same house even after the drive is over. 

I throw a fit if you use my towel – but I secretly use yours when you are away for weeks, and tell myself its only this once. 

I am still getting used to being addressed by your name – I write it down a hundred times and stare at it with a smile. 

I still resent the non-stop cricket and/or football on TV – but I cannot watch the Hollywood gossip without you by my side to discuss it. 

I still frown when you interrupt my kitchen-humming with your own version of the song - But I love your innovative lyrics and I sing not the original, but your version most of the times. 

I still get nervous and shut up for a moment every time your mom calls when we are together – And then I realize, she knows I’m there, we’re married. (heehee) 

Sometimes I think we’ve been together for ages – but most of the times it feels like we are just getting started. 

Last September seemed an happy ending to a dream, this September it is still like living a dream. 

I love you more and more, each day – for all the moments, hours and days spent in love – and I can’t yet believe it is one year already!