You don’t have to like musicals, you don’t have to like listening to my Spotify playlist over and over again, and you don’t have to like hearing me butcher every Taylor Swift song that comes on the radio. You just have to love me, and occasionally belt out ‘Shake it Off – Shake it Off’ along with me.
You don’t have to support my Netflix addiction. You don’t need to condone my Redbull and caffeine obsession. You don’t need to agree with the fact that I’m satisfied with eating a bag of Doritos or a cookie for lunch. You just have to love me and occasionally tell me I’m still beautiful, even though I may have Dorito dust around my mouth and in my teeth.
You don’t have to like the way I do laundry. You may even be upset with the fact that I hate to cook. We can disagree on how to decorate the house, and you can yell at me when I forget to take the trash out or replace the toilet paper roll. You just have to love me and occasionally be okay with an overflowing trash can and a quick meal from Burger King.
You don’t have to think that lounging around in your pajamas all day is acceptable. You don’t have to agree with me wearing the same ‘Hakuna Matata’ sweat shirt in public three days in a row. You don’t have to like that I refuse to wear shorts during the summertime, so instead I roast in jeans. You just have to love me and occasionally have no worries and lounge around on the couch all day with me.
You can make fun of my Somerset County accent. You can laugh at the fact that I think my corny jokes and puns are funny. You can even call be weird, strange, and unique. I’ll accept it. You just have to love me and ocassionally laugh along with me instead of at me.
You can think this blog post is silly. You can hate the fact that I constantly post pictures of you and of us on social media. You can get annoyed when I want to spend all of my time with you. You’re a guy. I understand. You just have to love me and ocassionally like my annoyingly sweet posts about you on Facebook.
So you see, you don’t have to agree with everything I do. You don’t have to like everything I like. We can be completely different people and still be perfect for one another. You just have to love me. Yes, that’s all. You just have to love me, and trust me, I’ll ocassionally, just kidding, I’ll always love you.
Happy two year anniversary Zachary. You’ve loved me through my best and you’ve loved me through my worst. I’ve loved you when it was so easy and I’ve loved you when it seemed impossible for us to work. And in the end, we’ve made it. Our love has conquered it all and it will continue to do so for years to come.