bittersweet amour.

twenty three.

the night we met.
we met when we were eighteen.
when we were freshmen in college, clueless about what the college life has in store for us.
when we were just getting out of stressful relationships.
when we had nobody to confide in, so we chose each other.
now, we've been together for four years and every single minute that I've spent with you, is a minute that I've enjoyed.
You make me come alive, you ignite an indescribable passion and fire, and a sense of longing in my heart, whenever you're in my presence.
tonight, as we celebrate another year of our many years together, I'm feeling like a little boy again. like I'm eighteen.
and I feel butterflies in my stomach, just like, on the night we met.