Spencer and I in 2005.
In honor of me and Spencer's first anniversary, I've decided to write out our love story, starting at the beginning. I was fourteen at the beginning. Isn't that crazy?
I'm posting the story in several parts, and they are long but so good.
Stay tuned for tomorrow's post. Our Love Story: Part 1. Here's an excerpt to tide you over:
It was a summer day in Colorado, hot and dry. The air was sweet with pine and dirt, the kind of scent that would remind you of your favorite camping trip. I had been restless all day, knowing what would eventually unfold later that afternoon. A friendship would be lost and the greatest love story of my life to date would end.
I was only eighteen years old in 2006, but I felt as if I had led a lifetime of love and adventure with him. We had met under a giant October moon nearly three years prior, and our relationship had been tumultuous and full of passion. Our companionship was always prized, even though age and distance threatened to separate us at any time. It was exhausting, honestly. We were friends that could never really be friends. So it became love or nothing. And I had chosen nothing.