My Guy

Who would have thought that I'd fall for "Marquee guy?" We danced, you
drunkenly told me that AmeriCorps was hot, we spontaneously convened for
Sunday evening beverages--I'm glad you could appreciate my rockin' boots
and am equally thankful that my awful sweater didn't scare you off. Several
dive bars, many sneaky shenanigans, and a handful of accidental injuries
later, you're still my one and only leaf eater. You have enriched my life
in so many ways, supported me through the rough times, never failed to make
me smile, thanks for always being there, sweetie.