Today is the anniversary of the day I started going out with Babel. It’s the two year anniversary of that day, in fact, and so a proper anniversary we’re supposed to celebrate and not one like our 21 month anniversary which he can laugh at me for alluding to It was two years ago this afternoon, on our way home from an Esperanto weekend at Barlaston, that we formally got together, although to be fair, the more I think about it, the more I think we’d been in denial for quite some time about the idea that we might actually want to go out with each other. Last night I was searching for an email from someone else whose name begins with T, and accidentally ended up flicking through a few of the emails which I had sent to Babel back in the days where I allegedly didn’t like him at all. I was quite shocked by how outrageous some of the flirting was, and how he actually used to say such nice things to me He’s nowhere near as soppy now we’re actually a couple

I’ve actually had a horrible day of a horrible week. This evening is the closest I’ve ever come to bursting into tears while at work. But despite the fact that I’ve got a tonne of work to be finished before I go to bed, I wanted to write just a short post to mark this momentous occasion. I feel rather proud that no one else has ever managed to put up with going out with Babel for this long Nah, it’s weird because in a way it feels like two years have gone ridiculously fast, and on the other hand, it feels as if I’ve known Babel forever. That is to say, I can’t very easily imagine what it would be like not to have him around. I’ve grown up so much as a person since I first got to know him, and looking back I’m very grateful for all the help and support he’s given me. It would not be a fair assessment to say that the past two years have been plain sailing, and indeed sometimes it seems like rather a miracle that we’re still together at all, but on the whole, and especially the past 12 months, I’ve been very happy.

Babel is someone I feel completely comfortable around, which for me is a big deal because I’m a rather shy and nervous person, and I don’t tend to be open with many people at all. He also has the honour of being the only guy I’ve ever genuinely found attractive, since my tastes normally lie in the opposite direction. I still get excited on days when I know I’m going to be able to see him And the more I’ve got to know him properly, the more I’ve found that we actually do have things in common, whereas originally it seemed like we were complete opposites in every single respect. He does, of course drive me absolutely mad on fairly regular occasions, and there are some areas where we are never going to see eye to eye as long as we live. But I like the fact that we can fall out with each other and then make friends again, and I like the fact that he will tell me when he thinks I’m being out of order. It’s nice to be going out with someone who knows their own mind and is prepared to be forceful, even if that does mean that trying to manipulate them to do what you want is an absolute non-starter

I shan’t sing his praises too highly, because Babel already has quite a big head and if it grows much more it won’t fit in the hat I bought him for Christmas But despite all the difficult family complications I know it’s going to cause me, there’s nothing I want more right now than to be able to move in with him. And to marry him one day too, of course, because I can’t really think of anything else I’d want in a partner. Well, apart from someone who didn’t burp and preferred sex to reading about semi-famous wrestlers, possibly Nah, I’m really very happy, and sometimes I still have to pinch myself to remind myself life can seem too good to be true.

There are a lot of things I could compulsively apologise for but time is at a premium tonight, so I just want to say thank you to Babel for being the highlight of the past few years, and for having the pacience to stick around, despite everything. You should already know how much I value our friendship, but I also look up to you a great deal and wish I could be more like you in so many ways. Happy anniversary – if I wasn’t fed up of being called a soppy git I might make the point that I love you

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