Fourteen

It's been fourteen months now with my lover. I couldn't be happier. We've had a rough time in our lives from the beginning, but I think our love has really helped us get through our struggles. Her family's dissolve, my life's distraught. From the first beginnings of our relationship we've had to look out for each other's survival. It's been intense, but the juice is defiantly worth the squeeze, I really love this girl.

Fourteen empty Martinelli's bottles sit in our closet, mementos of each month of our lives together. It's cute, kinda cheesy but cute. To think, we've been living together for the last eleven months, only three months after our beginning. Many people would think that it would ruin our relationship, but we've been good about it. Keeping each other out of our back pockets, keeping our individuality while being as close as imaginable.

We've had our fair share of frowns and smiles, but any down is followed by a very immediate up. We're Geminis. We reflect each other in the best ways possible. It's pretty amazing, we can read each other's mind at times it seems like. We seem to share intellectual differences in a positive way, they don't lead to argument, but rather idea. We keep each other entertained in our own weird ways, and our loving ways.

I'm in love, and I hope to open many more bottles of Martinelli's with this girl.