One year ago you went from being my boyfriend to my fiancé.
When tickets went on sale for Gerard Way and I found out that the nearest he’d be playing was Philadelphia, you said “Well, let’s go to Philly.” And so we did. While we were in Philadelphia we decided to go on a pilgrimage to the Quick Stop in Leonardo, NJ where Kevin Smith filmed the movie Clerks. It was outside of that Quick Stop that you got down on one knee and asked me to marry you. You made the proposal unique to us, incorporating things we both loved and that made it all the more special. As it turns out we were “supposed to be there that day” in that very spot to take that super important next step in our relationship.
Mike…..you are my human. You are my person. I know you wonder why I call you that. It quite simply means that you are my soul mate, my best friend, my confidant and the one I’m going to walk side by side with for the rest of my life. The one I’ll always come home to, the one with whom I’ll share my bed, my life, my dreams, my hopes, my fears and the only person that I will always trust with my heart. My fiancé and soon to be my husband.
This last year hasn’t always been all unicorns, kittens and rainbows, but it’s been pretty damn wonderful. There’s no one else in the world I’d rather have in my corner. There’s no one else I’d rather fight with and make up with. There’s no one else I’d rather laugh at as I crop dust you on the way to the kitchen. No one else would rub my head until I fall asleep like you do. Who else would bring me home a Coke Zero every afternoon? Who else would pick out the chips with the most salt&pepper at Tijuana Flats because you know they’re my favorite? And who else would be so sweet to me and calm my fears when I ugly cry and get all snotty? No one. No one but you. My guy. You do so much for me. You have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known. My only hope is that I make you as happy as you makes me.
So, happy one year engaged boo boo! I love you more than I love chocolate zingers. And I love chocolate zingers a lot. Which means you’re pretty damn special. You’re the Steve Trevor to my Wonder Woman. No one else has ever loved me like you do. You were the missing part that made me whole. I love you today, tomorrow and always.