Six years ago, I walked into a friend's apartment to watch a crappy horror movie, and walked out with a handsome, funny man I'd spent the night arguing politics with.
A few months later, we confessed our love to each other while highly intoxicated and agreed over pancakes the next morning that we meant it, even sober.
Five years ago, a few weeks after graduating college, I packed my car with everything I owned and cried when I kissed him goodbye.
Two weeks after that, we agreed we'd rather be seperated from each other than with anyone else.
Four years ago, we moved to California, to begin a new life together.
Three years ago, we married on a sunny beach in Cali.
Four months later, I boarded a plane for Iraq - a year spent keeping our relationship alive by phone and letter. I came home, and we moved back across the country, starting life together over again. A year ago, we bought our first house together.
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