The Best Two Years.

I met Genevieve

for the first time

two years ago

today.

I had seen her picture once before.

Amy said,

"This girl

might move in with us."

True story.

My eyes welled up with tears.

I said,

"Yes.

I want to share a room

with her."

I was right.

The past two years

have held

more opera

more journaling

more Crown Burger

more pagan rituals

more Old Testament

more runs

more International Cinema

more kitchen dance parties

and more love

than I could have hoped for.

At the end of the day,

I'm honored that

she wants to be my best friend,

because

she's the best person there is.