We're Getting Married! On Va Se Marier!

"I don't know what color my eyes are. I am 6"2." That was LJ's bio on Tinder, where we met. I was about to delete the app, but I figured one more night couldn't hurt. I thought he was cute, but I wasn't sure if he was real, he only had one pic on his account! When we met the next day for lunch, I warned him I didn't have a lot of time to eat that day, but he didn't seem to mind. I still remember exactly where he was sitting in Liberty Dining Hall that day. I'm not sure what it was about me wolfing down my lunch in nearly record time that afternoon, but he asked me out for pizza that night. And the next night, and the night after that. A month later, I knew that I loved him. It was Halloween, I was dressed as Mike Wazowski (yes, the little green guy from Monsters Inc) and I was crying after a failed attempt to host a costume party, terrified how he would respond. I learned a lot then. Firstly, that LJ wasn't 6'2", that I still don't even know what color his eyes are, and most importantly, it doesn't matter if I'm cramming dining hall sushi (bad idea) into my mouth or crying in my dorm bathroom dressed as a green golf ball. In the month we'd known each other back then, he'd definitely seen me at some of my oddest moments. In spite of that (or maybe because of it), do you know what he said to me through all the vampire makeup my roommate did for him? I'll give you a hint, it's the same thing we've been telling each other every day since, for five years. "I love you."