I still remember meeting him for the first time on this day four years ago. How nervous I felt. How gentlemanly he was. How warm his hands were, holding mine.
His first act of dominance, sweetly holding my hands to the table at a local diner while we waited for our carrot cake and tea (me) and Monte Cristo sandwich (him).
His second act of dominance, not letting me play with my hair.
My safe calls from my roommate to make sure I was okay with this person who I met on the internet!
Who would have thought that four years later we'd be where we are.
I love you, Sir.