It’s been almost 11 months since Adam and I first locked eyes at Yankies. A mere 326 days; a fraction of a lifetime. Yet, we can barely remember life without each other. For a while now, our average time spent together is roughly 23.5/7. We spend very little, if any, time out of arm’s reach of each other. We don’t eat a meal, run an errand, go to an appointment, drink coffee, shower, sleep, breath without each out. When Adam goes outside to smoke, so do I. When I’m watching TikTok on the toilet, Adam is there to make sure my legs aren’t asleep. We’ve found formulas and calculations to factor out our actual relationship length and we’re somewhere around nine years, given the amount of time we’re together.

The equivalent of nine years in conventional time….and we find ourselves more madly in love everyday. Everyday, we each reach what we can only assume HAS to be the pinnacle of love and adoration, and each morning, we wake up with an even harder love boner. A match, love, connection like this is what fairy tales are written about.

I have never been more loved, more valued, more respected, more adored, more cared for, or more protected. I have never laughed as hard, felt as understood or heard, or been so supported. This love is visceral. .

Adam and I met in September, moved in together and became joined at the hip in January, got engaged in March, and now, in August, are still so wildly obsessed, we gaze at each other and confess our adoration more times a week than either would probably care to admit. We have a million memories and inside jokes and have traveled enough places we’d have to do some research to count them all. All in just 326 days. But 326 that have been nine years in the building.

Adam is the greatest human I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. He’s kind, intelligent, patient, easy going, funny, gorgeous, gentle, and more loving than I feel like I deserve. He still is, and will always be, my Weird Science girl.