It feels like yesterday when we sat in the car in our pyjamas, chatting into the wee hours of the night and still buzzing from that deep and meaningful conversation the next day. I still remember the numerous non-dates we went on, where you convinced me that fine dining with a friend was considered normal practice.
I was frustrated at times, wondering why God dangled the chemistry cord between us, yet deprived us of the courage and wisdom to pursue more. When we look back now, you admit to chasing me, and I obviously didn't run very fast.
Neither of us is perfect, and we've shared good times and bad. Our relationship has endured trials and arguments that could have broken us, but instead made us stronger.
I may not always agree with God's timing or all of His decisions, but ultimately, He really does take care of us and wants the best for us. I dearly hope that God isn't teasing me, because if this isn't the best, then I can't imagine what is.
Happy 2-year anniversary, Handsome!