Allow me to be a sap... at least for today

This is kind of what I don’t like to write about, but I’ll do it anyway.

I paid a visit to the boyfriend today. After him choosing football over me, I decided it was time to let go, and just go over and bring him breakfast and hang out until he had to go to work later on.

The thing about having Android phones and iPhones and what nots, is that you want to protect them. So you put passwords on them just in case you lose it. I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m going to end up losing my phone one day or another.

I was about to leave. I was all bundled up and everything, and he was putting on his shoes. All at the same time, unlocking the phone.

Down-Right-Up-Left-Down the middle.

Ha! I know your password!
“You know my password today. I change it everyday because I get bored of the pattern,”
I have a password too. You might know it. If you remember my old house number, it’s the last four num-
“2-6-2-3”
And it was my old cell phone number too…
“What were the first three? 4? 1? 6?”
Yeah.
“I don’t even think I know this number. I never had to dial it”
Well, you at least dialed it once… obvi.
“Once. Compared to all the times I actually dialed the other ones. I’ve never forgotten it. Because I really love you. Even if you don’t believe me at times. I do. I think this proves it.”

That, right there, is why I’m marrying you.

I’m a sap. My eyes teared up. How could you not? But I don’t think, in the almost year that I have been in this relationship, that I have felt so sure that I made the right choice in 1) thinking it over… 2) saying yes … 3) setting rules … 4) saying Yes.