It All Started With A Cup Of Coffee

I wish I could go back to the beginning. I want to relive this entire experience of meeting you again. I reminisce on our early days, staying up talking about everything. Being on the phone from 9 a.m. till 11 p.m. and never running out of things to say. I knew early on that you were someone I was capable of loving.

And here we are today. I blinked and I have now shared memories with you that go beyond FaceTime. We have discovered new things, celebrated wins, and comforted each other after losses. As we continue to grow separately, we have also continued to invest in each other. It’s beautiful to look at us from the outside and see all the crazy things love makes you do.

Don’t get me wrong—I love loving you. But before I met you, I was so jaded I wouldn’t have dreamed of writing someone a paragraph about how much I loved them or making them their favorite dessert. My guard was up so high I was almost a robot. And then there was you. You came in and swept me off my feet. You talked your head off (and still do) and it’s mesmerizing.

All the talking did a number, though, because today I feel safe. I feel most at home with you. Whether we are cooped up on the couch or exploring somewhere we have never been, you have become my home. I can’t believe how easy it was for us to be ourselves around each other.

Yet despite how comfortable I am, I was so scared to tell you how I felt. I didn’t want you to know I loved you, even though my eyes gave it away. I’m so glad I told you, though. I’m so glad that I hear I love you too every single day. Those words feel like a huge bear hug from you and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

And to think, it all started with a cup of coffee.