I know it’s not quite there yet, but it two days it’ll be 3 months. And I’ve got to say that it’s gone by so fast. It hasn’t even been that long, but considering the past, it’s the longest I’ve ever gone with someone. If I were to include the time we spent getting to know each other, then it definitely has been awhile. To think, 5 months ago we had just started talking by a mere coincidence.. And me, daydreaming of how amazing it would be to be given the chance to date you. Somehow, I just knew you’d make an amazing boyfriend, or husband, as I often call you now. (Haha.) I sometimes get these rush of feelings; it’s hard to explain, but it’s like a swarm of all these random feelings (good feelings) and I’m suppose to just trust them and just “go with it”. It’s like that gut feeling people get. And sure enough, we confessed how we felt towards each other and here we are, 3 months later. It’s definitely been the best 3 months ever, and I can’t wait to spend many more with you. We may not be as close to each other as we’d wish, and though I miss you so much all the time, it works. One day, we will be together all the time, and I’m anxiously waiting for that day to come. I love you, and I’ll see you next month.