A year of firsts

This has been rollercoaster of a year. Isolation, lockdown, furloughing, unprecedented, Covid … These words were not part of my everyday rhetoric last year, and now it is difficult to get through a day without them coming up at least once. 

In spite of all that has gone awry this year, I cannot bring myself to hate 2020 because it brought me you. 

Our first date was the week before Lockdown. When you went from being my friend to something electric. Seriously, first kisses like that only exist in movies. You told me you had wanted to ask me out since we met last year. I thought whoever got to be with you would be insanely lucky. I just never thought it would be me. 

You have this brilliantly whimsical heart. You put so much thought into the way you treat those around you and make new connections wherever you go. You are insanely practical and it is the perfect anecdote to the enthusiastic chaos I bring. Your intelligence is so attractive and honestly you’re just so handsome I still can’t really get over it. When you write a letter it sounds like poetry - I’m sorry if you could have written this more eloquently. You are musical, talented, and my Spotify wrapped feels a lot cooler this year since it includes many of the artists you introduced me to. Last year, it was all Lizzo. 

It has been a year of firsts. Our first date, our first I love you, our first flat, and now our first Christmas together. There was a point when we weren’t allowed to see anyone else and the only thing we could do was fawn over each other and forget about the world crumbling outside. Now we are building a life together, learning how to speak each other’s love languages, and arguing over when to go to bed since I’m a night owl and you’re an early riser. 

You have made sonnets, love songs, and great works of romance suddenly make sense. You have opened me up to a whole world of literature and expression. 

I think I just found my soulmate. 

Merry Christmas x