Matt: Ugh. We're old.
Me: We've been together for almost as long as we were without each other.
Matt: Shut up.
Me: Our love is a pubescent teenager.
Matt: Please shut up.
Me: Our love is almost as old as we were when we met! Don't you want to celebrate this anniversary?
Thirteen years ago I was fourteen.
I had a bad boy fetish and he had just the right amount of facial hair for a fifteen year old.
He told me he loved me in a High School cafeteria.
And faked a headache just so he could lay his head in my lap.
I feel stupidly in love with him.
Thirteen years later we're still pretty stupid.