It didn't hit me until yesterday.
And then I scrambled this morning to track down the version I drew up a couple of years ago (two years, to be exact) of what it is about the start of November that I love so much. And then about the middle... and then a couple of days after that, but we'll get to that later.
The funny thing about this year is that it's that passing of time (six years) that allows for dates to fall on days just as they were back then. It was a Monday night. And then a Wednesday morning. And then a Friday night. And I remember it all so clearly and yet not.
It's hard to believe that I've spent almost 23% of my life with this guy:
as of this month. Next year, it'll be more than a quarter.
I wake up everyday next to the best man I know - who six years and three days ago was a complete and total stranger to me. If there's any reason I don't believe in chance or sheer luck, it's that right there.
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yours is my favorite story. it's one of those stories that I recall especially as I try to navigate this horrible world of dating in NYC. i remember when i finally met cliff and it just made SO much sense, like I had never seen two people so well-matched. And you've been my favorite couple ever since.
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