Six years ago today–or to be more exact, six years ago early tomorrow morning–I walked Nate out of my bedroom, through the living room, and towards the front door. As I kissed him goodbye, I warned, “Just so you know – this isn’t going anywhere.

We’re just fooling around. I want to be really clear, okay? There’s no way this can possibly work.”

“Okay,” he said.

“Okay,” I said.

I kissed him again, and he walked towards the elevator.

Once every so often, eh…I’m wrong. What can I say. But these words in particular are ones I’m happy to have eaten.

Happy anniversary Nate. I love you so much. Even though it’s totally grossing you out right now that I’m saying it on my blog.