8 years ago, a boy had a crush on me.
8 years ago, I had never dated. I never had a boyfriend up until that point. I had never been kissed.
8 years ago I decided I liked said boy as well.
8 years ago today, that boy asked me to be his girlfriend. It wasn’t smooth the way he did it, trust me, but four and a half years later he’d ask me to be his wife and every day since we were freshman in college, I’d be grateful he called me his.