One year, Six months.
Sometimes that date of one year and seven months ago slips my mind. It doesn't occur to me that there was once a day wherein I did not speak to you. It's the strangest thing, to wonder what I did that day. Honestly, I don't care to remember. Happy Anniversary, Kelly! You are my most important love.
Drunk at a BART station in San Fransisco.
Celebrating our gayness at a gay pride event in San Diego.
Random photo of Kelly driving her old truck. I liked that truck because it had a bench seat which meant that I could just lay on her lap if I got tired.
Playing in the snow in Tahoe. This was the first time Kelly ever saw snow. This was probably my favorite vacation for these reasons and more: teaching Kelly to snowboard, room service, the plane we took there nearly crashed, heated pool with secret tunnel entrance, it started to snow while we were swimming.
Kelly on a boat we rented in Cabo. Our captain was some badass mexican dude that looked like Quinn from Jaws. Kelly taught me how to use fins.
The first and grossest picture of us ever taken. Despite it's grossness, I wanted to include it so I just made it smaller than the others.
Drunk at a BART station in San Fransisco.
Celebrating our gayness at a gay pride event in San Diego.
Random photo of Kelly driving her old truck. I liked that truck because it had a bench seat which meant that I could just lay on her lap if I got tired.
Playing in the snow in Tahoe. This was the first time Kelly ever saw snow. This was probably my favorite vacation for these reasons and more: teaching Kelly to snowboard, room service, the plane we took there nearly crashed, heated pool with secret tunnel entrance, it started to snow while we were swimming.
Kelly on a boat we rented in Cabo. Our captain was some badass mexican dude that looked like Quinn from Jaws. Kelly taught me how to use fins.
The first and grossest picture of us ever taken. Despite it's grossness, I wanted to include it so I just made it smaller than the others.