four years!

One day, nearly four years ago, I went to a hip-hop magazine party with my friend Glenna. We sipped free drinks, gossiped about life, and bobbed our heads to the deejay. Near the exit, a boy gave me his business card out of nowhere. I didn't think much of it—until he called. He was quietly confident, and made a joke about designing Jamie Foxx's album cover ("I'm going to give him so many abs that he'll look like a centipede!"). This guy is hilarious, I thought, and agreed to go on a date. Now, there are certain moments that define your life—like those slow-motion, cinematic scenes in the movies—and meeting Erik by the Astor Place cube is one of mine. His smile, his eyes, his warmth—all of a sudden I went from nonchalant to very, very nervous-excited. That first date turned into many, that guy became my boyfriend, and somewhere down the line, Erik turned into my best friend in the entire world. I admire his courage and confidence, love his passion and humor, and am grateful for his loyalty and kindness. Happy anniversary to us!