This is the story of a girl from Seattle, a boy from Portland, and a drunken hook up turned into another drunken hook up turned into every weekend together turned into a relationship. 6 months cannot possibly be summed up in the limited character space this post is allowing me, so here is the gist: We had our highs and we had our lows, but while our highs were amazing and frequent, our lows were awful and far too frequent. There were drinking issues, jealousy issues, smoking issues, bitchiness issues, and maybe the hardest issue of all, the long distance. But there is no sense in remembering anything except the good. So instead, I will remember how he bought me spices for my birthday because he knew it would help make my bland diet food taste amazing... how he helped me realize fun could be something other than eating candy and watching movies alone... how he dropped my BFF and I off at our half marathon, and picked us up with chilled gatorade and warm hoodies... and how he made me feel beautiful, really beautiful, for the first time in my life. So yes, when I look back on our time together, these things (as well as other things in multiples...) will be what I look back at.
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