it was a saturday

B and I are coming up on our two year anniversary. Fact: We've been engaged for 1 year and 4 months. Fact: We spent five months 500 km away from each other soon after we began dating. Fact: We met because his engineery mind randomly decided to take Academic Writing and he walked in late in the second session and it was one of those freeze-frame slow montage moments (ignore that paradox) that was soon ended by his blinking and my stare of "...Are you going to sit down?" I figured I shouldn't be friends with my students. And then we became friends anyway when he one day took extra time in packing his things, standing up slowly, walking to the front of the room (So smooth). Then we were best friends! We shared embarrassing secrets and moments and laughs and cries! We took moonlit walks from the university to Neustadt and discussed the philosophical ponderings of passersby! We ate at almost every restaurant in Neustadt, walked down all areas of the Elbe within city limits during all hours of the day, formed a person out of sand next to the Elbe around 2a.m., we spent late hours in the library together, eaten ice cream at most places we could, watched numerous movies, rarely went 12+ hours without seeing each other. Our friendship took on a childlike dependence on each other, running (or public transiting or biking) to the other automatically for everything, good or bad or mundane. What in the world was left for dating? What other thing could we possibly do?

Well, lots of things. If I wanted to shave half my head, well gosh damnit, B wasn't going to stand in my way! He'd be there next to me, shaving my head himself! If I wanted to ride a roller coaster, B was next to me (crippling fear of heights next to him). If we had to share one bedroom in a shared flat with both our furniture stuffed inside for four months, then so be it! If I'm homesick, B makes macaroni and cheese and encourages me to bake a carrot cake and buys Oreos on a rainy Saturday. If B walks around the apartment muttering engineering gibberish mixed with German swear words, I bring him back to reality with a LOTR joke I saw on reddit. He eats fries with frightening speed while discussing life-changing decisions. At his desk hard at work, he heaves sighs in a very manly way, let me assure you. He can be convinced to have a Harry Potter AND/OR Lord of the Rings marathon with minimal arm twisting. He is a nerd, my friends, a very very big nerd. The chorus swells, as does my 12 year-old's idea of romance. A tall skinny nerd with big eyebrows and green eyes. Green eyes! What was my point! I'm not sure!