Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.
365 trips around the sun.
Each of them beginning and ending with words to or from Dawson.
Today marks one year since we officially became a couple, and so much has changed in that year, and yet so much has stayed the same.
One thing that changed was my gender identity. Well, not really. I just woke up to what it really is. Recently, I realized I am genderfluid. And Dawson's response to that news has been nothing short of amazing, as he has been with everything my crazy life has thrown at him.
Every whiplash-creating turn I make, he's right there, along for the ride. Blue hair? Okay. Purple now? Great. Oh, we're gonna go green this month? Alright. Well, this time I outdid myself. I'm not blue, purple, or green. I've got the whole rainbow on my head. With the potential of being a mohawk. And he just keeps telling me he loves it.
And I believe him.
52 weeks ago, give or take, I fell in love. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced before.
Happy Anniversary, Dawson. I love you.