- hey, i just met you
- and i'm fucking crazy
- so here's my number
- strangle me maybe
So I don’t normally talk about my personal life on here because I have a personal Tumblr for that but today is my five year anniversary with the love of my life, Patrick. Thus, the talking of my personal life is inevitable so if you’re not into sappy romantic drivel, please scroll ahead to the next picture of a Frappuccino or “reblog this or you don’t have a heart” post.
Pat and I met in September 2006, which was our first month of high school. He came off as an obnoxious ass (read: another typical white boy) at first. I remember the first time we met like it was just yesterday - I’m walking down the hallway to my grade 9 math class and I see one of my friends so I say hi. Pat, though I didn’t really know his name yet, looks at me, points, and says, “WHO’S THIS?” I tell him my name, and he says, “RENEE?” Roslyn sounding nowhere near the name Renee, I rolled my eyes and walked into class. From that day forward, every time I’d pass him in the hall, he would point at me and say, “Hey look, it’s Renee!” and I believe at one point, he claimed that I was the future mother of his children. I immediately wrote him off as a douchebag, but my friends at the time had gone to elementary school with him so he was kind of an inevitable presence in my life.
We got to talking more and more, I started hanging out with him more and more, and before I knew it, I had a little crush on him. I remember on ESP Kickoff Day (September 29), I spent about ten minutes running all over the school to find him. I remember sitting in the hall underneath that big cross in the main entrance and he put his arm around me. It was a half day so we left early, I think, and we held hands all the way up Rowena, and he picked me up to say bye. I remember Alex saying, “What, no goodbye kiss?” And he kissed me on the cheek and gave me the biggest, warmest hug ever. I went home that day the happiest I’d ever been and we immediately went on MSN after and spent the whole night talking.
The day after was a Saturday and I was 14 so I wasn’t allowed to go out. We spent the whole day talking on MSN and I think the first thing I found out when I woke up that morning and checked my computer was that he might be moving somewhere really far. I remember being really upset and he was really upset too but we decided to not talk about it. At midnight, I remember Chris kept taunting us and playing the between guy. Around 12:30 on October 1st, I remember Pat saying, “We should go see a movie sometime, Rozzy,” (He was the only one I let spell my nickname that way at that time) and he told Chris he thought I was his girlfriend. And I was happy. I was happier than I’d ever been up to that point.
The next six months of my life were amazing. We spent almost every waking moment together. We were that couple that would see each other right in the morning before class, between classes, during lunch, and after school. And yes, we were the couple that sucked mass amount of face in the hallways. Our after school routine was going to Parkway (this shitty little ghetto mall a few blocks away from our high school), eating junk food, and heading home at 4 because his curfew was at 5. From 5 until 11, we’d talk on MSN about anything and everything. Rinse and repeat. We fell in love by December, and by March, being so naive, we concluded that we wanted to be with each other for a very long time, if not forever.
And no, we didn’t lose our virginities to each other until about two years into our relationship.
Things between us sort of fell into a routine. We started taking each other for granted and we didn’t realize it until it was too late. About a year ago, at the end of August, Pat and I took a break from each other. Or rather, I took a break from Pat and he was devastated. As some of you may know, this was the beginning of the darkest era of my life thus far, aka the David era. I’m not gonna delve into that right now, but long story short, I started dating my at-the-time best friend behind Pat’s back. About three weeks into our relationship, I realized he wasn’t the one for me and we broke up. It’s obviously not the whole story but that is a story I have repeated too many times in the past year for my own sanity. It was the biggest mistake of my life, I regret everything wholeheartedly. It kills me that I hurt Pat so much because I was so selfish at the time and so, so naive.
Pat’s probably the only person who’s been constant in my life besides my family. He’s been such a rock throughout the past five years and I don’t know how I would’ve made it through life without him. A lot of people are taken aback at the fact that we’ve been together for five years and remark that we’re “so young” and that we should see what’s out there before settling down at this age. Frankly, I’ve seen what’s out there, and I’m not impressed. Pat has no desire to investigate other options. After everything with last year, our relationship is better than ever and why throw that all away just to look for the same thing with someone else?
Pat completes me. I complete him. He brings out the best in me and I’d like to think that I do the same for him. We’re both insufferable to each other sometimes because we’re both the youngest in our families and we’re both stubborn as fuck but there is no one I’d rather have piss me off. He’s the love of my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’re still too young to think about marriage, but we’re hoping to get married on October 1st, 2016 - our 10 year anniversary (it’s also the next time besides today that our anniversary falls on a Saturday and I don’t wanna have two anniversaries). He is the most amazing person I know and I am so, so, SO blessed and so lucky to have him in my life. Pat, I love you. Thank you so much for being there for me through everything. Happy five years. I love you with all of my heart, soul, and being.