A few weeks ago, you joked about finally knowing what it is like to be me two years ago. I met you for dinner but declined to be your dance partner that evening, instead, I told you I was going to sleep early. #old
In my heart, I wanted to continue the night, but one of my new years resolution that year was to say no more often and get more sleep.
Two days later, I agreed to go out after a long night at work. I slipped on my dancing shoes to impress you.
Two weeks ago, we got the flu. I lived in your wool socks, in yoga pants, with my hair pulled backed. Not very impressive, but that has been the life. You still remember to fall in love with me. You fall in love with me through Planet Earth episodes, through the smell of vapor rub, through my constant coughing and sneezing, and through the sound of the humidifier.
Today, marks the day I met you for dinner, so I celebrate this day with a date.