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Sunday, 8 December 2013

On One Year Passed

I realised a few days ago that I don't tend to (or at least I don't think I do) share all that much about mine and Harry's relationship on here. And for the most part I think that's right. Relationships are private, special and incredibly intimate things. He's often mentioned on here, just in that I share things we've been up to, but not so much little details of us. I wanted to make an exception of that today because on Friday it was our one year anniversary. I'd just like to write in advance before I properly begin that I apologise for the inevitable cringeyness of this post; I am an overly a slightly soppy person. 

This year has gone so unbelievably fast, which I know everyone is on the brink of or already saying as 2013 will soon be over, but I just don't know where it's gone. It genuinely feels like yesterday that I was going to Harry's house for the first time and was so nervous about meeting his family. Anyway, after a long week of mocks it would be an understatement to say that I was eagerly anticipating celebrating mine and Harry's one year anniversary on the Friday evening. When I got to his he was his wonderful, charming self and he took my bag and began to cook me dinner. Stupidly I didn't take a picture of it because I couldn't wait to eat it but it was amazing; he's starting to make me think he's a much better cook than I am (which admittedly isn't all that difficult, but still!). Then he gave me my present for our anniversary and Christmas and with it a letter for me that embarrassingly brought tears to my eyes after reading it, I told you I was soppy!

I don't want to go into too much detail of our evening but it really was perfect. It was so 'us', I would much prefer to spend a wonderful night in just be together than go out. Harry just gets me, like no one else really. We find the same stupid things funny and I never feel like I have to pretend around him. I am just me, plain old me and I feel great when I'm with him. He makes me feel more confident, I think I'm an introvert by nature so it's wonderful to be with someone who's probably the opposite to bring me out of my shell a bit more than I usually would be. All the little things are what make the biggest difference though, him opening the door for me, always knowing when I'm upset or not feeling right about something, making me feel better when that happens, listening, never failing to make me laugh, giving the best hugs around, even waking me up with a cup of tea in the morning when I stay at his. I could carry on but I think you get the picture, and I think he knows how wonderful I think he is so he doesn't need me to finish that list on here.

It is the most lovely thing to have him there, to brighten up my day and make me feel safe. I watched Tom Daley's video the other day, which I have no doubt many of you have seen, and while he was describing how he felt about the boy he's dating I realised it's exactly the same way and the same happiness I feel with Harry. Because really, love is all the same. It doesn't matter who it's with, but if you feel it, you feel incredible, even when things are rough. And I for one feel so lucky and grateful to be experiencing it, because it truly is the thing that makes me the happiest.

So thank you Harry, for the most amazing year and as described on Friday after a glass and a half of cider "this is the best life of my night". Still don't know how that happened but I couldn't be happier right now.


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