3 seconds should always feel like 3 seconds. 3 months should always feel like 3 months. We live at least 3 moments, we share 3 days- so why doesn’t 3 years feel like 3 years?
It’s insane the amount of time that’s passed since meeting the woman I’ve grown to love. She inspires me daily. She pushes me to be the best version of me. She makes it clear as day things will always get better- everything will be okay. I trust her with every word she has spoken, every action taken and every decision she has made. Even if they were the wrong decisions, they were the ones we would always learn from which, in the end, really makes the decision a correct one!
Even when I’ve hit my lowest low, straight from my highest high, she always finds a way to lift you back up and keep you motivated enough to continue. I love her.
I love the way she calms me down when my brain runs too quickly. I love the way she makes me smile when I’m unhappy with something. I love the way she can turn the worst day of my life into something worth living. She always manages to squeeze out every zesty, golden droplet from the lemon of life. She always manages to be the brightest star shining my darkest night. It’s incredible what she’s able to do and how she’s able to continuously do it. I only wish there was a proper way for me to express to her how I truly feel.
“Love” isn’t the word here. There’s more to it! There’s excitement, joy, warmth, there’s relief, happiness, and even wonder. There’s feelings and emotions brewing within me I can’t even understand when she’s with me. It’s a problem I have to deal with daily. I can never formulate the words I feel when I’m with her. At any moment I can step back, take a look at our relationship, and smile at how serene and picturesque our lives are together.
A movie should be made- the story of Jane and Tyson. It would take 3 years to film and would be presented in a 2 hour film. I digress.
Why doesn’t 3 years feel like 3 years with Jane? I don’t spend my days thinking of how much time has passed- I spend my days… with Jane. A long movie only feels long when you aren’t as interested, but when you’re completely enthralled at whats unraveling in front of you, suddenly it’s not so bad. 1095 days doesn’t feel so bad when you’re not counting. 1095 days feel great. Life is beautiful, and it only gets better with the right people around you. Jane is the right person. I love Jane. I’ve loved her for 1095 days, and I will continue to love her until we lose track of that number. Even when we hit 10950 days, it will only feel like 1095.
Happy 3 years, Jane!
Thank you for being you!
