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January 20…
It may seem like just another date to most people. To the citizens of America, it’s when their presidents get inaugurated. To my friend David, it’s his birthday. To me, it was “officially” the beginning of an adventure I thought I would never get the chance to experience. Exactly one year ago, I said yes to the unpredictable, unexpected, potentially dangerous, and frightening predicament of being girlfriend to one Jay Marquez.
About the same time last year, I had promised to write something on my blog about him. I thought this was the perfect time to.
I’m not going to tell you an entire story about how it all began. That part is best left in our memory. Let’s just say it was my best “summer fling.” The kind you would find in romantic comedies most of us realists would call, well, unrealistic. I couldn’t believe that it was happening to me. He was my colleague (his preferred term). A guy I saw at work. If not about work, our exchanges would only consist of topics about movies and music. He was the guy who called me “retard” because he thought my unusual ways were, well, retarded. The guy who came to my desk simply to bug me. Our relationship back then was devoid of any real depth. Little did I know that this guy would be the love of my life.
In the months that we grew close, I saw the person no one thought existed in him. I saw what he tried so desperately to mask. I saw him in his truest form. All of it surprised me. The jerky, obnoxious guy he presented himself to be melted away. He was the guy I was afraid he wasn’t (if that makes sense). I slowly learned that I could trust him. And I did. I fell in love. He was everything I thought couldn’t exist in one person. He was everything I was looking for wrapped in an unexpected bundle. He IS what all women hope to find.
But despite how we felt about each other, our relationship was met with disapproval and negativity. People led us to believe that we were wrong for each other. They didn’t understand what we had found. He were connected by an unexplainable, unknown thread. We had a foundation not all relationships are privileged enough to build on. We didn’t know how to explain it either. We didn’t know how or when it happened but we deeply felt it was all, cheesy as it sounds, destined.
We still feel the same way now after an entire year. Still unexplainable after all this time. Each day, he still amazes and surprises me. We just stick like glue. We still hate it when we’re apart. I cry when I miss him. He’s my sidekick in all my dreams and I in his. We are considerate of each other. Always looking out for one another. Never selfish. Always loving. That feeling of certainty we have for each other was never shaken. We never doubted for a second. And even if there are skeptics out there, we always just say, “we’ll prove them wrong.”
We have proved them wrong. Over and over. And we’ll keep doing so ‘til we die. You’re my world. I love you, my stingjay. Happy Anniversary to us.
