A year ago - my life changed. It didn't seem like it did at the time, when Katy asked me to be her girlfriend ("we have to decide if we're making it official today, or we have to wait until the 1st, otherwise we'll miss February's anniversary") but now, a year in, I can see it for what it really is. A year ago, I was already in love with the girl who asked me to be her girlfriend when she was putting her skincare on in my bed after telling me that I had to ask her or we couldn't go out. A year ago, I started wanting to recover, wanting to live. A year ago, my life stayed the same - we slept in the same bed that night and most nights after, and yet without me realising (and as cheesy as it sounds) almost everything changed.
Katy has been one of the best things to happen to my life - she made everything make sense. I forgot all the bad relationships that came before, I no longer have it in me to be bitter because every single one of my past relationships led me here, to Katy, and allows me to be the best person that I can be for her. This last year has been a whirlwind - it seems like forever ago that we took our first trip away to London and got lost on Regent Street and spent stupid amounts on junk food and in Tiger. It seems like years since we went to Spain and filmed a video in the garden that made us laugh so much that I was nearly sick, only to find out we couldn't use it because it was too windy. It even seems like so much longer than a mere matter of months since we got lost in the streets of Krakow and did straight vodka shots and shisha to celebrate me turning 22. Life without Katy existed a little over a year ago, and yet I can't envisage it - and I couldn't be more pleased.
When I look at Katy, I don't see the year that we spent together - I see our Halloween outfits for this year, and what I'll buy her for her 21st birthday. I see us living together in our tiny, white flat in September and her headed off to her masters whilst I read my Literature books for my first year. I see the year that we've spent together so far in my drawings and stories, in our photographs and keepsakes - but in Katy herself, I see a future.
So this sounds cheesy, but this is the first time that I've ever gotten to this point in a relationship and at no point have I had to fight my way here - it's been effortless, like it was meant to be somehow, and all I wanted to say is this; thanks, Monkeyhead. I love you more than anything, and here's to many more years to come. I also want to know why nobody's given us a ship name yet.
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