Ten Years

Ten years is a very long time.
It’s between 56-60 dog years.
Or if you prefer to count in human terms it’s 120 months.
That’s 521.49 weeks (thanks Google)
Or 87,600 hours.
Whichever way you look at it, it’s a serious chunk of time.
And it’s exactly how long I’ve spent with this fella:

If you’d had told me when I was younger that I would spend a decade in a relationship with another human, I wouldn’t have believed you. Heck, I wouldn’t have believed you if you’d told me I’d speak to someone every day for ten years and still like them by the end of it!
It’s not that I’m fussy (I am), it’s that you change so much as a person with each week that goes by. You learn, you develop (unless you’re my boobs) and you grow (unless you’re my boobs). You become a different person each year, and often it happens so slowly, with such subtle changes, that you don’t see it happening. Not until you look back and see the progress that you’ve made.
And for every step of progress I have made, S has been there with me.

Our journey started ten years and three months ago when I turned up on his doorstep.
I know, I know, most people use tinder or something.
But I was there with friends, tagging along to watch the football (because that used to be something I was into), and he was hosting. I had short hair so brown it might as well have been black, and he had huge eyes and even bigger hair. Seriously, those spikes were something else. But the moment we started talking neither of us could stop. Quite literally, because ever since then there hasn’t been a single day where we haven’t spoken to each other.
Since then I’ve had 6 different hair colours and we’ve had countless adventures abroad. We’ve bought a house, we’ve lived abroad and we’ve seen each other at our best, at our worst and most definitely at our weirdest. He has watched me almost hyperventilate as I saw an elephant for the first time, squeal underwater when a turtle swam past me, and straight up bawl beneath my sunglasses as I sat across from the Pitons for lunch in St Lucia—something I never thought I’d see because the Caribbean always seemed so out of reach.
There’s been a lot that initially seemed out of reach that we’ve gone on to achieve together. Sure, sometimes it takes a few years and a confidence crisis. But we get there. Because he snaps me out of the limitations I place on myself, and I do the same for him.
Heck, today he even had me up AND OUT OF THE HOUSE by 9:02 am, the day after a night out.
Now that’s an achievement, because I am not a morning person.
Not unless I’m catching a flight.
But today, there are no flights to be caught, only feelings.
Feelings of excitement, joy, unity and love.

We’re not engaged, we don’t have kids and I don’t want a single naffing comment on when those things are happening. But I can tell you what we are – happy.
And no matter where the next ten years take us, that’s more than I could ever ask for.