I still catch myself randomly feeling like I've just seen Aimee for the first time.
And I don’t mean that in a “senior moment” kind of way (since I am getting up there in age).
It happened again the other day. Aimee and I will be talking and suddenly a wave of realization hits me and I’m like, “Damn, I really lucked out.”
Even after four years together.
The key is that even if we’re being extreme homebodies, we never run out of shit to talk about. Even if it’s gibberish and random words that shouldn’t even come out of the mouths of teenagers, let alone grown ass adults.