bout this time of night, two years ago on this date, I was sitting in a Flying J truckstop in Hubbard, OH talking with welfy face to face for the very first time. We hardly knew one another; we'd only been LiveJournal friends for about two weeks. Over the past 24 months, we found a love in each other that has an unquantifiable depth; we're still falling and have no idea if there's a bottom. We've also formed a bond that is unbreakable. We've had a trying time as of late, but we've rounded the corner. Wounds heal back stronger with tough scars and a welder's bead is stronger than the metals he joins. There's no way I could've known that night what she would begin to mean to me. She's my lover, my mate, my partner in crime. She's my conscience and my vice. She's the sun, moon, stars, and galaxies.
Most of all, she's my best friend.
I love you, Erin. Here's to making year three the best one yet.