I cannot tell you how many times I’ve imagined this. There’s no way on Earth you could ever know how many conversations I’ve “practiced”, how many times I’ve lived this moment.

But it’s not imaginary anymore. You made it real. I’ve pictured us together…said my name in front of your last name…wondered what it’d be like to be called your girlfriend. I’ve pictured us in millions of outside settings, having beautiful conversations about everything. The sun is always shining.

It’s 20 below outside, but you make me feel like spring.

You said the things I’d imagined you would. You did the things I pictured you doing.

Now it’s real.

To imagine is to create. I just never realized how much power my own held.

You’ve blended my understanding of “imaginary” and “real.” You’ve tipped my reality sidways. I’m walking about like a drunken pirate, and loving every minute of it.

I can live with sideways.