"God blessed the broken road that lead me straight to you"
- Rascal Flatts, Bless the Broken Road
I remember the day I met you. It was late January, we we’re at a small party at your fraternity. I saw you and instantly knew I wanted to get to know you better. I asked a mutual friend for your snapchat and a week or so later, we were talking everyday.
I have never felt a connection with someone so immediately. We became best friends and hung out as much as we could. You were someone I could trust, and I told you everything.
For a while I didn’t know I had feelings for you. I just knew you were someone I could rely on even though we hadn’t known each other long. If I needed a ride home, someone to hang out with, or go get food an hour away I knew I could count on you to be willing to go; and the funny thing is, I didn’t want it to be anyone else, if you couldn’t hang out I didn’t want to ask someone else.
I remember one time we were going to a party, I was talking to another boy at the time, and he asked if he could come along. I told him he could but I really didn’t want him to. I only wanted to be with you that night. We ended up hanging out the whole time anyway, you danced with me, joked around with me, and never let me be alone. That night I told you you were my best friend and that I always wanted you in my life. From the moment I met you I knew you were meant to be in my life.
Fast-forward a few weeks later, I told you I liked you. It was hard for me to admit, it took nearly 10 minutes just to get it out. My anxiety was high, I was scared you weren’t going to feel the same way, but I knew I’d feel better if I just told you. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you admitted you had feelings for me too. I was on top of the world. I couldn’t believe this handsome, funny, amazing guy liked me. The next day you kissed me.
I wanted Potbelly and the closest one was an hour away, you had just gotten off work and already drove an hour, the roads were backed up with traffic, and it was snowing hard because it was in the middle of the polar vortex, but you still brought me. When we got back to my apartment, you kissed me!!!!! I had to ask you to, but I was still internally freaking out.
March 22, 2019 we finally made it official!
Although we haven’t been together long we’ve done so much together, from going to each others formals, you helping me move, taking me on my first camping trip, traveling to Portland, OR for a wedding, and so much more in between, and so much more to come.
I love you so much, Nathean James Andersen-Otto. Happy 6 months, heres to many more.
Alex Rymer 