I can't believe it's been a year since Danny and I got together.
To tell the truth, I can't really remember when I first met Danny. Probably sometime our freshman year, when I was already fed up with Idaho. I do know we became Facebook friends at the start of our sophomore year and I got my first indication that he maybe liked me.
I can tell you, though, the exact moment I knew I liked Danny. The first moment I knew if I didn't do something, I would regret it for the rest of my life.
It was on April 10. The first Saturday after Spring break. I was upset and sad and mad, in general, and Danny sent me a text message late at night. I don't remember what he said, but I remember what I realized. At that moment, I knew that there was one person in Idaho who had always - always - cared about my happiness, and if I was doing well. And that person was Danny.
By April 15th, we were officially a couple.
By July 26th, we were engaged.
The rest is history. When I'm with Danny, I'm so happy: nothing else matters. I don't worry as much. I eat healthier. I laugh at little things. The past two years of my life have been hard, but having Danny in my life has made the difference between sink and swim for me.
He is etched into my bones now, just another part of me.