Six years ago yesterday, Phillip asked me to be his girlfriend. I know, six years is a really long time. It hardly seems like it’s been that long – hopefully a glimpse at how happy our future will be. I remember him asking me via AOL instant messenger (lame I know, but keep in mind we were shy and sixteen).
The length of our relationship always brings up questions and remarks about how we couldn’t possible know what love was back then. To that I say a firm no. We knew exactly how much love we had for each other. Maybe it hadn’t been “scaled” yet against the test of time and how much we love each other now – but we have been in love for nearly the full six years.
I remember the day I fell in love with him. We were at Christine’s house watching a movie on her big bean bag chair. We were just holding hands and I suddenly felt love for him. I knew right then and there this was something special and that I loved him.
I think the best way to describe how we felt about each other compared to how we feel about each other now is as follows: I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him at the age of seventeen; but I didn’t know I could spend the rest of my life with him until college.
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