When my boyfriend and I started going out, every month we celebrated the anniversary of the night we met. It has become a tradition that we still continue. So today, on the 5th February, we have been together for fifty-eight months or four years and ten months.
Another month has sped by and I couldn’t be happier. I love him more than anything in the whole wide world.
Maybe when we reach five years, he might ask me to go steady.