a strange thing called love
I was thinking today, as I scrolled through my photostream, that I can easily remember every day I've spent with this boy, by days of my 365.
day 28, he told me he liked me and asked me on a date.
day 32, we got ice cream.
day 43, he became my boyfriend.
day 50, I went over his house.
day 61, he asked me to prom.
day 68, I spent the day with him.
day 71, we cuddled and watched a movie as it rained.
day 88, I took a photo of him for flickr.
day 138, I went to prom with him.
and theres so many more days that I haven't mentioned because all the smiles and laughs and kisses have faded together but the past 161 days being with him has been the best 5 and a half months of my life.