Boys. Yak!

I'm going to talk about a boy. Ewie.

Tom and I have been together 7 years this weekend, and I am starting to realise now how much of a bloody long time that is. I was 17 when we started dating, what a pervert.

We've been together through A Levels, him going to university, me going to university, internships and first jobs, having NO money, savings, rented houses and Harvey.

It's the dog that's been our first, real, no-going-back commitment. Everything else we could have easily binned off, gone our separate ways and never had anything to do with each other again. But the dog is both of ours, he loves us both, who would have him if we split up? He'd be from a broken home!

And now we're getting married. I spoke to the registrar yesterday so it all feels very real and scary. This is it now, we will sign legal documents that mean we HAVE to love each other FOREVER.

I don't believe that there is only one person out there for you, it would be one hell of a coincidence how we met at school if that was the case. I don't want to sound all Dawn from The Office here but you're not going to get butterflies every single time you see each other. It's been 7 years, I'd be ill if that was the case.  But I think if you still fancy that person after sharing a bathroom with them for three years, you're happy to wash their dirty nundies and don't want to kill them after spending the majority of your time with them then isn't that love? It certainly feels like it.

Of course we argue lots and sometimes I want to rip his head off. I'll admit, maybe (pssh) I'm not the most easy-going person, but he is definitely not as laid back as everyone thinks he is. He doesn't ever clean the bathroom (does the bathroom fairy do it - who knows?), he can be lazy and selfish, he'll say mean things and then he's too stubborn to apologise for it. Until I cry, then he has a vaguely panicked look in his eyes. But he makes me coffee, eats my favourite carbonara with me even though he hates it, buys me books that he thinks I might like and gets up to the dog every morning when he cries, so I can have an extra 5 15 minutes in bed.

And he's my best friend. And whilst there are things I may have missed out on, there are so many other things I've got to do because of, and with, him.

And I do fancy him.
Especially when he lets his hair grow out a bit too long.
Bleurgh!
I'm going to be a bitch to him all day now to try and soak up some of the soppiness.

Gemma

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