"They're Amoebas, NOT Cow Spots!"

Today's Josh and I's year-and-a-half anniversary.

I know, to some, that might seem a little obsessive-compulsive, but I've always been a bit of a mushy person, and I've always had a soft spot for people who buy me Zaxby's, anyways. :P

We've known each other three years come this Summer and been good friends for pretty much all of that time. I met him in the back of a van (how sketchy does that sound?) and - wait for it - while I was in the middle of drawing amoebas in Sharpie on a guy's arm.

"Why are you drawing cow spots on his arm?" He asks.

"They're not cow spots. They're amoebas. Clearly." I retorted, immediately annoyed.

Aaaaand that's how it all started, with me greatly disliking him. But after sticking "Call Me" signs in the window of the van on the ride up to Camp in North Carolina, teaming up to play Scrabble with me acting as spell-check ("Is DUI a word, guys?") and being told by him that my leg was going to have to be amputated before I knew that that hideous purple and blue mark on my leg was a second-degree burn, he didn't really seem so bad. (Ensuring I didn't fall off the side of a mountain and getting to fall asleep on his shoulder the entire ride back to Florida definitely earned him brownie points, too.)

This guy's always stuck around, no matter how cranky I may be when I don't get enough sleep, or how annoyed we both get with my terrible cell phone reception, and even when I was pretty sure I was going to kill his car when he tried teaching me how to drive a stick shift.

He's surprised me by showing up in Florida randomly on several occasions, bought me enough food to last a fat guy through the apocalypse, and I'm pretty sure we've seen more movies together than is even sanely reasonable.

I know, I'm 17, and your expectations for my relationships probably aren't very high. But when it comes down to it, Joshua is the greatest blessing in my life that I have ever received. Joshua's been the one constant in my life for years, through good and bad, through my emotional high school years, the times when I was under more stress than I could manage, when I got diagnosed with Diabetes. Without him, I'm not sure I'd have been able to handle it all. But he's always helped me to pull through. He is always there for me when I need him, which is all the time, because he truly makes life a joy to live - a joy I would never want to live life without. Life is imperfect, but he makes it... absolutely perfect. In all its imperfections.

Yeah. I'm a little bit biased, but he's the best.