Dear Camila,
Our six year anniversary is one of my favorite memories besides the obvious ones. But let's face it, everymemory with you was my favorite besides the ones where we fought. Even then I liked those ones because it showed that we weren't the perfect couple like everyone thought we were. It showed that we were a normal couple who struggled too.
On our six year anniversary together I had accidentally forgotten and freaked out all day, trying to plansomething out for us. Little did I know you had something already planned for us.
I came home late that night, tired from work and upset that I had found nothing for us. I walked in through the door and hung up my coat. It was dark in the house. I turned on the light and saw a trail of yellow flower petals leading me somewhere. I followed the trail and ended up in our very small dining room.
You were standing there with a semi-formal dress, your arms behind your back and your head hung low, smiling. You looked up and met my eyes.
"Hi, babe" You said.
"Hi" I said back.
"I planned us a dinner. I hope you like what I made for you" You said, gesturing a hand towards the table.
On the table sat a candle in the middle, two plates each full of mac and cheese and a wine glass filledwith apple juice.
I smiled at you "I see that."
We sat down and ate until we had stuffed ourselves.
"This is so cheesy" I told you.
"But you love it."
"And I love you" I said.
You sipped on your drink, trying to cover your blush, but I could still see it.
After we had eaten dinner and had become too full to take another bite, you ran off somewhere in the house and ordered me to stay. You came back with a guitar.
You were for some reason nervous about singing to me even though you had done it so many times before, but it was probably because this time it was different.
You strummed the guitar and sang me the word to photograph, a song by Ed Sheeran. I realized in that moment that was the song that he had been playing when I stood in line and saw you for the first time.
You sang to me, never taking your eyes off mine. After the song you kissed me so softly I could barely tell your lips were even on mine, and for the rest of the night we cuddled up on the couch listening to Ed Sheeran.
It's ironic though because in that moment, I wanted a photograph to remember that moment.
Sincerely,
Lauren Jauregui
