Willie and I celebrated our 3-year anniversary yesterday. We didn’t do anything special, just a nice dinner then back to his place, but it was lovely.
We had a special visitor as well. While we were getting coffee in the afternoon a little bird (some kind of white-eye?) flew over, hopped around the table and chairs, chirped a bit, and flew off. You don’t usually find birds that will dare to come right up to you over here, we don’t have any evil pigeon/seagull flocks. I like to think the little fellow wished us a happy anniversary.
I never thought I’d still be interested in or attracted to someone after a year, let alone three of them. I’m pretty sure it’s got a lot longer to go too. I’ve never known anyone (including myself) with a better heart than him, and I love him.
In three years we have not gone more than two days without seeing each other, and that was due to a severe typhoon. We have never seriously fought or yelled at each other. Quiet people we are not, but there’s just never been a reason to argue. (Play fights, however, are common occurences.) In three years we’ve become best friends and happier people.
And I knew I really, really loved him when I opted for a cold butt in the shower instead of hogging all the hot water. (His answer to the same question was “always”.)