Here’s the thing: dating and relationships are interesting. It’s super hard to find someone who you really think will make your life better. There is this image that you aren’t whole until you meet someone - that you become whole when you get your partner. Honestly, I was whole without having Evan, but I am a better person with having him around. So on Valentine’s Day, I thought I would write a letter to him, usually I hand write him one but this year I thought I’d make it public. So he can understand how special he is to me and to basically everyone else out there.
Wow, I guess I’ll tell you my side of the story of the day that we first met, so at least you can see it from my perspective. First off, I tried to meet you before we ever met. I literally went out of my way because Amanda and Michael (our friends) thought it would be good for us to meet. So, I went to Yellowbelly (delicious restaurant in St. John’s, Newfoundland, and has become a place we go frequently - combined with the fact that we always have the same waitress who serves us every time but this is me digressing into another story). Anyways, I show up to meet you and I’m there with I think 3 of your friends whom I had never met before. I’m sitting there awkwardly. Michael is messaging you asking where you are. I think your friends kinda knew that I was going to be there in order to meet you, but you didn’t. It was approaching 1:00 A.M. (I’m not someone, no matter how young I am, to ever stay up that late... I enjoy my sleep). Michael starts to fall asleep at the table waiting (also enjoys his sleep), so Amanda calls it and says we have to try another time. It took everything for me to even show up that night. I was so embarrassed but still willing to meet you. Apparently about 30 minutes later you came to meet with your friends(side note: WHO goes to meet their friends at 1:30 in the morning?! Evan).
Fast forward about a week. You were hanging out with your friends again and Michael told you about me and what happened the previous night. I only knew some things about you but apparently you thought I was cute, so we tried to meet AGAIN. This time you knew, I was coming to meet you. The perfect opportunity came up on Labour Day, September 7th, 2015. There was a comedy show happening at The Black Sheep (a local bar in St. John’s). I got back in the car with Michael and Amanda, drove downtown, then waited, and waited for you to arrive. I went to the bathroom, started sweating wayyy too much. Sat back down at a table of four, and finally, in you walked. I still remember what I wore and what you wore, I know you don’t (it was a Fogtown shirt underneath some coat you still own) . I also remember that you brought literally 6 other guys with you, all so uncomfortable. But what I remember the most is that you shook my hand and introduced yourself. I giggle about this because it was so clearly lame (the entire situation) and we sat in silence for about an hour. In order for the night not to be over, we went to Celtic Hearth (another local restaurant in St. John’s) where we sat on opposite ends of the table with literally 8 people between us. Like I couldn’t have planned this to be more awkward (but also, us). Amanda got sick and I won’t get into it but we were in a bathroom for about 25 minutes during this experience. Amanda and I went back to the table, I think you and I said maybe 3 things to each other, and then we all left. The best takeaway from the evening was when we said bye and you got into Tim’s car, you looked at me and I looked at you. While I didn’t know then that we would continue to keep seeing each other (or should I say start seeing each other), I knew that you were someone special. The next day you added me on Facebook.
Things were still awkward for the next little while. Thankfully we have gotten over this phase.
Now, I can’t believe to say it, but we are celebrating our 4th Valentine’s Day together, in our new apartment, in a new province, in a life that is not perfect but is our little home, and it all makes me so thankful.
Thank you, Evan, for being an amazing man, for being my partner, for fully supporting me through any venture I ever think I could do. Thank you for supporting my dreams. Thank you for cooking dinner and being amazing at it. Thank you for the foot rubs. Thank you for being the proudest Newfoundlander I know. Thank you for being funny, ‘cause god knows you are. Thank you for taking the garbage out. Thank you for holding my hand when we walk around anywhere. Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for helping to create a life that we are both proud of.
Honestly, Evan, while I was whole before we got together, this partnership makes me the happiest person. I am so excited to see the things that will happen throughout our life together. We have been together through a lot of tough experiences, but you have been steadfast. You are so strong, so smart, and so kind. You let me drink Diet Pepsi, and you let me be as passionate as I can be. I appreciate and notice everything that you do. You are so special.
Thank you for choosing to be in my life. Thank you.
I love you for everything said above and for even more than I can express in words. You have my heart. I love you as wide as my arms can go.