I met Allison over four and a half years ago and fell in love with her instantly.

I should’ve asked her to marry me years ago. I didn’t because I’m kind of a complicated pain in the ass who overthinks things. I didn’t because I’ve got a freight train full of issues and baggage that I didn’t admit to myself that I had until recently and didn’t figure out how to deal with until even more recently. I didn’t because, while I’m not a pessimist by nature, my brain is just set up to identify what is imperfect in any given situation rather than simply observe and enjoy what is good. I’ve tried really hard to stop doing that, but my god, I’m a piece of work.

Allison met me over four and a half years ago and fell in love with me almost instantly, just as I fell in love with her. She fell in love with me despite the fact that I’m kind of a complicated pain in the ass who overthinks things. She fell in love with me despite the fact that I’ve got a freight train full of issues and baggage. She stayed in love with me and taught me how to admit to myself that I had those issues and that baggage and pushed me to figure out how to deal with them. She stayed in love with me even though a lot of guys would’ve had their asses kicked to the curb for less before now. 

Last night I asked Allison to marry me. She said yes.

I may have a lot of problems, but I’m no idiot. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with this woman.