2 years ago today - I met the love of my life. We don't keep in touch with many of the people we met that night, purely because we've all head our seperate ways - some people have moved away, some people I still speak to regularly, but one person I wake up to every morning. Two years ago, Katy and I came face to face at a Body Shop event in Liverpool; we swatched makeup, laughed, followed each other around and talked about mutual friends and ex girlfriends. I can easily say that I loved Katy from day one.
I've never met someone so easy to speak to, so openly and unapologetically herself. I've never met somebody so annoying, somebody with the confidence to wipe makeup swatches off on my arm the first time that we met, someone so willing to whip her tattoos out, ask if I'm rich and help plot the demise of an ex of mine all within the first hour of meeting. There is nobody quite like Katy, and I probably could have told you that just shy of 2 years ago, because I've known it from the beginning. I think that I've always known that the girl in the fluffy jumper posing with Body Shop baskets with me and getting her makeup done was going to be a huge part of my life.
I so nearly didn't go to the event two years ago today - I was ill, I was anxious and I wanted nothing more than to be in bed; it took all of my energy to get up, get dressed, get my shit together and head over to Liverpool - but I did it, and so did Katy, and we ended up meeting the women we would later marry; each other (just in case that wasn't clear). Katy and I have been mostly inseparable for a huge portion of the time since, and I owe a lot to that Body Shop (and Aisling, cheers pal, for setting it up).
So I'm sitting next to Katy now (and she's trying to see what it is I'm writing about her), and we're both wearing our engagement rings (a lie, because I've just put a face mask on and haven't gotten around to putting it back on quite yet), and I realise that I owe a lot more than good skin due to the bouncy skin mask to The Body Shop. Two years ago, I was getting ready for an event that I didn't know would change my life, and now I'm sitting with the woman I'm going to marry and writing about it - which seems more surreal and trippy every time that I think about it.
There's no point to this except to remind myself how much can change in two years, and it's allowing me to take some time out to consider how lucky I am, how happy I am, how different things have become between then and now. Two years ago today I met the love of my life, and I couldn't be more glad that it happened.