A year ago today, I went on a date with this guy. We ate homemade sushi, talked about his upcoming birthday, and about our travels to Baltimore, DC, and NYC.
And somehow, he's not sick of me yet. He doesn't think I'm (too) crazy, he still likes spending time with me, and he's willing to actually move in with me in a little tiny apartment, and deal with all of my quirks and personal crazies on a daily, up-close-and-personal, basis.
apparently Miracles do happen.
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